The Best Laid Plans - How a Single Spider Ruined a Thai Meal I have a confession to make. This is sure to change everyone’s idea of me. I’m supposed to be this masculine type guy: climbing rocks, scuba diving, mountain biking, skydiving; it’s all child’s play to me. But I’m stalling. The truth is, I’m um, afraid of spiders.When I was about ten my parents wanted to head off … [Read more...] about My Spider Phobia Interferes with a Thai Dinner
General Food Writing Archive
More general food writing from your hosts about their lives, growing up, what food means to them, etc. Brace yourself for trips down memory lane from a variety of authors, some silly, some sentimental.
The winner of our 1998 contest is Granny Moon for this terrific story: Breakfast, when I was a kid, was a weekend event - cold cereal before school didn’t count. And every weekend it was pretty much the same thing. Daddy would get out his cast iron skillet, place it on the gas stove and start frying. Always eggs. Sometimes bacon, occasionally ham - and if it were fishing … [Read more...] about Winner of the 2008 Food Writing Contest
My father would have made a better Old Testament prophet than a barber. He often wandered the mountains of eastern Oregon with a gnarled walking stick, erecting crosses and altars to mark sites to which he would like to return. He had no heart for traditional camping. We eschewed sanctioned camping spots for those discovered by my father during his wanderings. If he were … [Read more...] about Food Writing: Smoke Follows Beauty
Our first food writing contest A few weeks ago I was sitting with a friend, listening to yet another memory of Quality Pie. So many people have a story about that place. The first time I came to Portland, I didn't really know anything about the city. I was on a road trip by myself, trying to get a break from a very hard time in my life. I pulled into downtown at two in the … [Read more...] about Food and Memory – Food Writing Contest!
A review of Miss Delta in Portland If you'd like to skip past memories of my childhood, just scroll down - the review is clearly marked.I've written before about the time I spent growing up in Maypearl Texas, but I never mentioned the boiled chicken death march, and my plot to get even.In the '50s, dinner in the south was a family, sit-down supper. Grace was said, … [Read more...] about Review: Miss Delta