I’ve used a lot of different kinds of gloves over the course of several years and for many different tasks. Most of the time I use a particular glove or type of glove, for specific purposes. Like working in my wood shop, garden planting, stone work, and working on my car. But is there a single type of glove that’s suited for all these jobs? Probably not, but the folks that developed the Glovax Gloves may be onto something with their product.
There was nothing finer than to be in Carolina in the morning, according to the old tune. In my case, as I drove my ’63 Continental out of the mountains towards Charlotte, there was nothing finer than to be in Carolina in the afternoon. It was almost happy hour and my trusty ride was taking me towards Sterling, a great spot to sip a drink and eat a morsel. Rems, the bartender made it a memorable visit every time. I pulled up along the eatery in the downtown financial district. Snagging a spot in front of the joint was a small miracle because it was hopping with the after work crowd. I walked in the steel and glass doors and sat at the bar.
Throwing a dinner party for my Uncle Abe was an annual event that I was proud to host every year. He was 86 and not a blood uncle but a family friend whom I had known as long as my parents. He was of Italian descent and insisted I cook up something that celebrated his ancestry. Most of the guests at dinner were similar in age and served in various branches of the military in the Korean War.
I do a good amount of cooking, and like any avid chef, amateur or professional, knives are important. So I was excited to see Edge of Belgravia’s newest additions to their line of Precision chef knife series. The overall design is beautiful and the handles shaped differently from the usual knives I’m accustomed to working with. But how do they cut?
The WNC Cheese Trail will host the second annual Carolina Mountain Cheese Fest on Sunday, April 23, 2017 at Highland Brewing Company in Asheville NC from 12 p.m. - 4 p.m. The family-friendly festival includes hands-on activities for kids and adults, demonstrations, cheese and beer pairings, workshops, vendors and cheesemakers. The first annual festival held in 2016 attracted over 1700 attendees.
I usually avoided places like Reno and Las Vegas because I didn’t gamble and there was an excess of stupid drunks in both cities. People went there when they celebrated or planned a weekend of debauchery. Despite my feelings, I ended up in Reno NV to wrap up some business. I headed away from the strip and ended up at The Last Stand. The sign in the window shouted that they were under new ownership. Which meant that they had problems in the past and were better than before. As I walked in, I passed a couple who would have been better off if they got a room and they were drinking something brown. I sat at the bar.
I was visiting my friends Lauren and Caleb Sommer in Baton Rouge, LA. They were two parts of a jazz quartet that played all over the state. They were celebrating the signing of a new contract with a small record label. I was happy to cook dinner for a small group of their friends. The only problem was that they didn’t have an exact headcount so I chose a dish in which it didn’t matter. I was making Jambalaya and pairing the meal with a Zinfandel. One-dish meals were necessary to have in everyone’s repertoire.
For those of you looking for a fun packed long weekend I've put together this map of some distilleries in the Louisville, KY area. This is by no means an exhaustive list but the places on the map are some of our favorites.
If cheese is at the top of your ‘favorite food list’, then you must carefully (and I mean, thoroughly) read this article. Cheese curd is yet another variety to the ever growing number of cheese by-products. But before tasting this delectable food, let us first know how it came to be and why it’s here to stay.
If a car had emotions then my ’63 Lincoln Continental was overjoyed, as I drove past the Motor City because it was a homecoming. The assembly line that my car was born on was likely a pile of rusted parts in an abandoned factory. There were no puffs of smoke pouring out of the chimneys because somewhere in SE Asia a robot was making most automobiles. The sentimental journey made me thirsty so when I saw a sign pointing towards Melvindale MI, I thought it was a good place to stop. I chose Piston, a brick building with all of the usual neon signs given to the purveyor free of charge for the chance to advertise their brew. I was hoping to drink something other than just a lager but it looked like a beer joint so I would adjust. I pulled open the door that appeared to have been banged in a time or two. I’d seen more dents on a car in a junkyard.