A great, fiery flaming dessert dish, and some thoughts on our country’s hidden corners and quiet faces — America’s nooks and crannies all around us.
This post comes later than usual because I was lolloped by the flu last week, sacked out at Pen Bay. Skip over the flu part and dive into one of my favorite truck stop meals – Chicken Fried Steak.
Some thoughts about people who collect stuff, and some of the stuff they collect, plus a traditional recipe for corn meal mush.
Longitudinal musings – from the Maritimes to the American West, where, author Bill Bryson states, “people like to shoot things.”
Recalling a brief stay in Denison, Iowa, which you are unlikely ever to pass through, and a reprise of one of my favorite Tuscan dishes – Agnello in Salsa.
The only chicken fried steak recipe you’ll ever need, and a brief foray into wretched road food from chain restaurants.
Glorious Spam, Velveeta, Tater Tots, White Castle sliders! Sometimes I’m overcome with a powerful urge to eat the way much of America eats – just not too often. So today we binge-shopped at Hannaford…
Why is Nebraska so cool? Especially the Panhandle. I try to find out, probing past a childhood fascination with the state. Maybe another dinner at Applebee’s will help me remember.
Having been in 49 states, I figured it’s time to rate them – for friendliness, prettiness, food, that sort of thing. Some of it’s in fun, but mostly I do mean what I say, and I hope I don’t offend more people than usual.
Super-easy and delicious three-day pot roast, and what do Bob Seger and Giuseppe Verdi have in common? Maybe quite a lot, but nobody beats Seger for closing out a career with class and guts.