The Future of Cooking

I began my metamorphosis a few years ago when I began to let Vogue magazine stay in its plastic mail covering until I had devoured Food and Wine, Fine Cooking, Bon Appetit or the late, great Gourmet from cover to cover. There was a time when I followed religiously who was taking over the helm at the haute couture houses, the hot, new fashion designers, and of course the latest in shoes. It shocked me when I realized that my interest in food…

I Put My Foot in It

My grandfather was from Selma, Alabama and his strong, southern accent was quite the curiosity in the shielded north where I grew up. He had his own brand of colloquialisms like “Don’t cry over spilled milk” and called all of us girls, sugar pie. However; my favorite saying did not come from him. It came from two fantastic women I met when our children attended preschool together. The small, Montessori school of only 45 students was a utopian experience. I knew all of…

What to Do With Extra Beer

I have an abundance of beer in the fridge. I don’t drink beer; hence the abundance. However; I have friends who drink beer; just not this beer. They drink imports, in green or brown bottles, from a few select breweries. These beers are too inferior for them as well as remnants from this summer. I don’t know how the beers came into my possession, but here they remain. Every time I open the door I see their labels and I am reminded of…

Yes, Chef! Culinary Events Atlanta Cooking School

How I Spent My Winter Vacation I brought no less than 9 cook books with me to the beach. I had visions of creating impressive, edible memories for my large family. Surely, the amazing feat of preparing the most incredible meal would surely raise my status from lowly youngest sibling to that of high priestess. My dreams were dashed from the start. We arrived late on Friday, and dinner was already on its way–Mom’s fabulous rib roast did not disappoint the crowd. Saturday,…