Mama the Cook
Mama was not a very good cook. She was an inspirational schoolteacher, the kind to whom people sent tear-wrinkled letters of gratitude, years after they left her classroom. She pulled…
Read MoreMama was not a very good cook. She was an inspirational schoolteacher, the kind to whom people sent tear-wrinkled letters of gratitude, years after they left her classroom. She pulled…
Read MoreThe folks at the International Quality & Productivity Center had a hard time in 2007 finding someone to deliver the International Keynote Address…
Read MoreWhen I moved to rural Mississippi from downtown Los Angeles, I knew I was in for environmental shifts beyond just the absence of…
Read MoreHere in Mississippi, when the conversation turns to beverages, people will often refer to “sweet tea,” and it annoys the hell out of…
Read MoreThere often appear on these pages descriptions and pictures of interesting food items that Calvin and I have prepared and eaten, both at…
Read MoreIt’s been raining here in Mississippi, and judging by the scene outside my office this morning, Mississippi mushrooms like rain. Overnight, a lovely…
Read MoreOn the evening of Friday, June 23, downtown McComb will buzz with the energy of Chez Clay, my one-night pop-up restaurant. Topisaw General Store…
Read MoreI have a confession. It’s a food confession. There shouldn’t be a need to apologize for tastes in food. There are white meat…
Read MoreIn these pages three years ago I wrote about some chickens I’d stuffed. My thinking riffed vaguely on turducken. As a reminder for…
Read MoreCrowds of people are not my idea of a good time. I like my space and I don’t like noise. Crowds of drunk…
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