Right now, ramps are hotter than poppa bear’s porridge. You can’t walk into a farmer’s market or restaurant without catching a whiff of their pungent delights. This is good for our…
Ramps: Loving Them to Death?
Right now, ramps are hotter than poppa bear’s porridge. You can’t walk into a farmer’s market or restaurant without catching a whiff of their pungent delights. This is good for our…
Ramps season 2013 is one for the books. Festivals have sprouted up faster than ramp shoots, ramp recipes are being traded like baseball cards, and the media must be smoking…
Spring has finally sprung, and it has Crystal Vaughan, our friend over at Red Hill General Store, pulling out her spade and watering can. An avid gardener, she took time…
Lately, I’ve been making a lot of Cadbury Cream Egg runs. I’ll be at the gym or out for errands, and Ryan will text — Can you go to CVS?…
Y’all know I love apple butter. I spread it on toast; I eat it with biscuits; and (as noted elsewhere) I gobble it down straight from the spoon. I’ve yet…
Finally! Someone outside our mountain homeland has opened a restaurant that isn’t just Southern, that isn’t just down-home, that isn’t just rustic, but that’s a full-on Appalachian outpost. It’s called Hillbilly…
Now I’ve seen a lot of posts about apple stack cake. It’s been a mainstay on Appalachian tables since God was a boy, but I’ve not seen a specific history…
The other day I wrote about signs of home outside Appalachia, and that got me to thinking. Our quirky mountain culture has been exported to nearly every corner of the…
When you go to Asheville, you go to Tupelo Honey. You just do. It’s like “when you to Orlando, you go to Disney World” or “when you go to St. Louis,…
A while back, I posited that tater salad can heal an ailing heart. It is indeed a potent comfort food, up there with mac and cheese or meatloaf, and this…