Greetings from Carrboro, Ahhh, America. That bountiful land of mom and apple pie and baseball. And, well, zinfandel. No, really. (The red wine – not the awkward pink sheep in the family). Here me out. Because if Uncle Sam had to hoist a glass to toast this great country it would undoubtedly be zin. Not champagne or […]
Life Hacks FTW
Greetings from Carrboro, They’re endless. Or seem to be. These clever lists of simple tricks to make life easier/better/fabulous-er. You know, life hacks. My absolute favorites are the hacks that utilize a common household item in some unforeseen way – “use dryer sheets and canned pinto beans to learn mandarin in a weekend!” That sort […]
Rib Night 9/12
Greetings from Carrboro, Bibs are definitely out of fashion. No question. Even the ad hoc version of tucking a napkin into the collar of your shirt before eating has lost its mojo. At least in public. It no longer projects a jovial air of culinary bravado and anticipatory gastronomic pleasure. Far from it. Now squeamish parents […]
Limited seating! Whole hog menu Wednesday 9/5
Greetings from Carrboro, My aunt spent most of that summer day a good 8 feet up a tree. Please note: this was not some Gwyneth Paltrow-esque plan to connect with nature. She certainly was not the type to search for her inner wood nymph in a copse of scrub oak in hot, central Texas. It was, instead, […]
Soft shells are back!
Greetings from Carrboro, I’m not sure that there is a right way. People debate it all the time. A certain brand of culinary purist requires that you cook them in a cast-iron skillet. Oil, Wondra, salt & pepper. Period. Others complain that they can taste a little scorched – a little too rustic – when cooked that […]
Calabash is back 8/22!
Greetings from Carrboro, As a kid, there were fish camps on Lake Wylie and there was Red Lobster. That was it. And my familial seafood rolodex was limited to fish sticks, tuna casserole, and the occasional broiled salmon with wild rice pilaf. Let me unconditionally affirm that sushi was definitely a bridge too far. But […]
Chili rellenos are back!
Greetings from Carrboro, I never even considered that my mother’s stuffed peppers had an inspiration. They seemed steeped in a particular culinary sorrow that adults seemed inured to. It was dinner’s equivalent of going to church and sitting next to your grandmother. With a tie on. Huge green peppers martialed into a casserole dish with […]
All the pretenders are done
Greetings from Carrboro, By now, all the pretenders are done. Up and called it quits. All the fresh-faced, earnest souls who dutifully bought their tomato plants in April can only sit and wonder where it all went wrong. I remember that feeling. Was it the birds? The bugs? The deer? The rain? The sun? That […]
Sorry, no Red Bull
Greetings from Carrboro, The Red Bull girls drop by. Once a year. Maybe twice. But only when they’ve woefully strayed too far into Carrboro. It’s remarkable how energetic they are. And earnest. Even driving around in that car. It’s like being attacked by a rabid soda cheerleader. “You’ll sell a ton! Great in cocktails!” And, […]
All the news from Tomatoville
Greetings from Carrboro, It’s bred in the bone. We all yearn to be the best. Or to have the best. If just by association. There are entire magazines and websites devoted to such things – must-read top 10 lists of the best toothbrushes for left-handed women of Italian descent. And even this week, whole countries […]
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