Postcards

Look Homeward Angel

by Thomas Wolfe I was saved from what fate I shall never know when a woman came to live with us when I was ten years old. She was my maternal grandmother. “Nana” was what we knew her name to be. It was ordained by others in the family long before I…

Ninety Two in the Shade

by Thomas Mc Guane I returned to live in Key West in the very year another resident of Key West released this book. I originally arrived to the last island out of America in ’71 and fell under it’s spell. It was like falling in love with a woman. But I couldn’t…

Peruvian Causas

The first time I ever had a causa I was at the groundbreaking restaurant fellow future Mango Gang Chef Douglas Rodriguez opened. It was named Yuca for those who might not know. We were sitting upstairs and I was with a party of six or eight. Douglas was down in his kitchen…

Songs On My Turntable Now

I’ve loved music even longer than I’ve loved words. I think most of us have. We don’t need to learn anything to listen to music it could be reasoned. But… you actually do need to learn to listen. The world around us is filled with music. The sound of the breeze rustling…

Miami. A Poem for Her

Miami. You and I meet each daybreak with Café con Leche and a vow of silence. We are old Lovers who became old Friends too. You and this dark brew fire my engines as I conjure the next recipe I dedicate to life lived in your warm arms… of so many, many…

Egg Sandwiches

When I was about 8 years old I made friends with the three brothers who lived with their mom and dad in a neatly kept home across the creek from us. Back at our house I was the single male between two girls. The much needed boyish shenanigans were calling me. And…

Norman’s Fifteenth Anniversary Dinner To Be A Star-Studded Celebration

Courtesy: Faiyaz Kara (Orlando Weekly)

Written/Posted by Faiyaz Kara For some, like orange-hued braggarts who “reject the idea of globalism,” the term “fusion cuisine” is worthy of scorn and revulsion. But like it or not, the term is a celebration of diversity, a celebration of “immigrant food” and a celebration of our ever-evolving palates. Our state’s most…

Food Touristas

A number of years ago we were in Italy for a long delayed and much needed family vacation. I’m sure I probably looked just like so many others I was amidst as we ambled around the markets and then ate in the cafés and trattorias. iPhones had yet to be invented so…

Aguachile

There’s no secret to aguachile. The name, chile water, translated describes the dish just about perfectly. It is a study in simplicity … pulverized chiles in liquid, a few cut up vegetables … enough lime to pucker your lips and pickle some shrimp. Its creation is generally credited to the coastal northwest…

Victuals: An Appalachian Journey

Excerpted from “Victuals. Say it the way my people have for centuries: vidls. Maybe you’ve seen it spelled “vittles” in a cartoon balloon coming from the mouth of Mammy Yokum. Or heard it as the punch line delivered before Granny Clampett clogs off to “roast up a mess of possum.” Maybe you…

 
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