SG | It has taken me 40 years to admit this — or maybe not so much admit as to simply realize a fact — but I can't really figure out barbecue. More specifically, the sauce. If I had grown up in North Carolina, it would be all too clear: I would either foster a... Continue Reading →
SG | There is something undeniably satisfying about a sausage biscuit. For one, it unifies two distinct but delicious components of a well-rounded breakfast plate, saving both time and effort. I like to think the sausage biscuit as we know it today was born of this convenience one pre-dawn morning in a warm, Southern farm... Continue Reading →
CG | What is “The South” – capital T, capital S – and how do you know when you’re there? Elsewhere on the blog, we’ve talked about the “Pine Straw Line,” and I’ve heard low rumblings in regards to a “Sweet Tea Line,” but surely one of the truest indicators of Southerness can be found... Continue Reading →
SG | Fall in the North Carolina Piedmont comes on fast, and the leaves are usually falling before I first notice their color. It is lovely, if fleeting, but I've been spoiled. Spoiled by a fall in Asheville many years back. I have since failed to time a trip to Western North Carolina to coincide... Continue Reading →
