Eating healthily in springtime means hiding your after-work cocktail behind your salad when you stage an Instagram photo of your food—and conveniently ignoring the fish sticks in the oven. Yeah. I know all about this “healthiness” bit. You’re welcome.
Category Archives: Grad Gourmet
The Revenge of the Fish
I love Goldfish® crackers. I love them in a bag. I love them in a box. I love them in a carton. I love them in the multi-p(ox).* But, apparently, Goldfish® crackers do not suffer forever the rampant gormandizing of our species. Sometimes, they fight back. Yesterday, I fell victim to one such attack. ItContinue reading “The Revenge of the Fish”
Locavino: Grove Winery & Vineyards
Although I have explored many of the wineries in my native Yadkin Valley, the Haw River Valley, encompassing parts of Greensboro and Burlington, was largely unknown to me. On a misty Saturday morning in mid-January*, I found myself with time to spare on an eastward transit of Interstate 40. Having recently cleared a few spotsContinue reading “Locavino: Grove Winery & Vineyards”
The North in N.C. Eateries
“In 1956, Mike opened the small shop in the sea-side town of Point Pleasant, New Jersey. …Mike was unique in that the product he was offering was a relatively new item in American society – the submarine sandwich.” Today, Jersey Mike’s boasts more than 600 locations, including three franchises in and around my hometown ofContinue reading “The North in N.C. Eateries”
Locavino: Cellar 4201
It’s a gorgeous Friday afternoon in October. After a week of rain, the sky is a clear blue with a white tint on the edges of the horizon. I’m sitting on the patio of Cellar 4201, a small boutique winery in the Yadkin Valley AVA of North Carolina, surrounded by crape myrtles, ferns, and brightContinue reading “Locavino: Cellar 4201”
Farmers Market Fan Club
Nothing smells more like autumn than homemade applesauce. At a chilly 50 degrees and windy, today was the perfect day to hang out in a sunny kitchen and make applesauce with apples from the farmers market. Nothing more autumnal than a ripe apple. Or a half peck of them. I never claimed to be anContinue reading “Farmers Market Fan Club”