Stylized, Sexy, Provocative and Decadent. Everything You Would Expect from a Grandmother’s Recipe.
At 13 years old, Maya Erickson was working in a professional kitchen, tasked primarily with filling cookies and wrapping tuiles. She shrugs this detail off now, as if it’s simply a throwaway line unworthy of her bio. As if most newly-turned teenagers must surely have been like her—resisting the temptation to toggle among their screens and choosing, instead, a highly disciplined path.
When Gerald first saw her, he quickly clocked her as one of the Top 5 best looking girls at the party. Not #1, but not #6 either. She was noted. 15 minutes later—or one beer, whichever came first—she was walking past him on her way to the kitchen, and he cooly, casually broke from his conversation to say hello, then cooly, casually resumed. He was noted.
"Why don't we take Uber?" Nick's Lounge is about two miles from Zach's house, and I thought I was making a reasonable request. We had successfully stumbled to his place after drinking our fill at Kingfish, and the night, like Sharon, was still pregnant with possibility.
“Man, you’re my lucky fare.” Jimmy had just rolled up in a black Hyundai Sonata with spit-shined wheels and tinted windows, and he seemed pretty happy to see me. “If you hadn’t Uber-ed me, I’d gotten stuck in that Santa Monica pier traffic.”
I was overnighting in L.A. for work on a Thursday and using Uber to get place to place.
Chef Hugh Acheson is a two-time James Beard Award winner and one of the most celebrated and influential chefs in the country. I interviewed him about his Canadian roots and philosophy on American food.
The first vampire I ever met was in Natchez, Missisppippi. Natchez is one of the oldest towns on the Mississippi River—settlers were there in the 1600s. And when you look at it on a map, it’s as if the river actually bends toward the town, as if Natchez has this mysterious magnetic pull. It’s a town full of transients—Mark Twain slept there. It’s a town full of characters. I was there to find those people: to write a story about the most interesting locals.
Preeminent Southern folklorist Bill Ferris has spent the last 40 years documenting the South in print, photography and film by interviewing some of the region's most influential people.
In our food-obsessed culture, we likely never think about what's on the menu at an eating disorder clinic. A couple of chefs bring their inventive cuisine and gregarious personalities to a treatment center in rural Alabama.
Bostic, North Carolina, is a sleepy little town in Rutherford County nestled in the shadow of the mountains. There’s a town hall, a post office, some churches and stores. There’s also the Bostic Lincoln Center. Lincoln. As in Abraham Lincoln. The center’s whole purpose is to tell the controversial and disputed story that our 16th president was born in North Carolina.
James “Ooker” Eskridge is a waterman who has lived on Tangier Island, Virginia, his whole life. In my interview with him, Ooker talks about being the Chesapeake Bay island’s mayor (population 450), the dwindling interest in working in the seafood industry, and the island’s distinct Cornwall, England-tinged accent.
White lighting. Hooch. The original mountain dew. It’s hard to talk about moonshine without evoking winks and smiles. It carries a mystique. If you own some, you whisper about it. If you don’t, you can bet someone you know does. It’s probably stored in the back of their freezer. Moonshine also carries a certain romance. Because the truth is, there’s a story sealed in every Mason jar of the stuff. Those stories are still celebrated in Wilkes County, NC, where old time bootleggers and retired revenuers met to swap tales. They told about fast car chases, witty judges, and big still busts. There was a lot of laughter. And rumor has it there was even some sipping.