The Eye of the Needle
Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the Kingdom of God.
Matthew 19:23
#Food and Restaurants
The Gods' Portion
I actually found myself depressed as 5pm rolled around and the number of people at the cafe thinned out. The guys next to me moved to another empty table where they’d have
Just Moments of Falling in Love
He told me to meet him at F&B; he was sure I had mentioned wanting to go there, but I knew I hadn't.
I wanted to go there; I&
That Wasn't "Ketchup"
I don’t really like veggie burgers.
They were alright when I first tried them, when they were novel and restaurants like Hard Rock Cafe served grain-based GardenBurgers instead of soy-based
I Am Ofelia
It's been a while since I've written about any particular restaurant I've visited, any particular meal I've enjoyed, any particular experience that stood out for
The Holidays, Part Two: A True Christmas
Over the years, I’ve come to enjoy “The Holiday Season” in so many different ways. In my youth, we enjoyed the traditional Christmas at home with family and piles of presents and
Lost To Temptations: The Holiday Celebrations (Part One)
You’ll never believe where I spent Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve... or perhaps you will, if you’ve read of my love affair with Buckhead’s Southern Art, follow my
For The Love of Chicago-Style Pizza
He was like a little kid, leading me into the dark, underground restaurant where we were seated at a small, square table; his excitement overtook me. “Have you ever had Chicago-style pizza?
Saturated in Subtleties
It’s greaaaat... to be alive...!Jo Stafford and Johnny Mercer, 1949
It’s been over a year since I last set foot in Hamilton’s Baltimore House, an eclectic coffeehouse overlooking King
Creation Amidst Nothing
As soon as I could when I got back to Hamilton, I went to visit my friend’s used-and-vintage clothing boutique. She loves clothes, was formally trained and worked with high-
For the Love of Simple, Southern Cooking
I'm pretty lucky to have been raised in the South, where so many dishes are basic, simple to make, easy to recreate. I'm sure I learned to enjoy vegetables
The Plant Whisperers
Maybe it’s because I am one generation from farmers, on one side, and two, on the other.
Maybe it’s that I was raised traveling north to my grandparents’ and great-grandmother’
Un café, s'il vous plaît
There is something intensely social about coffee:
I remember an Arabic friend for whom I strived to make the perfect espresso, who told me the story of visits to his homeland, of drinking
Arepa
This heat stirs memories in me of handsome men in linen suits and khaki shorts; of a long, hole-in-the-wall, easily-missed Venezuelan restaurant with roll-up garage door that lets
Violette et Lavande
I've always longed to taste French cuisine.
There’s such romance about it in books and movies, and such depth in French music, such perfected passion in everything French that I’
Vanity & Inspiration
I’ve always been shamelessly vain. I quit playing the viola while in middle school, despite my parents’ and teacher’s assurances that I was skilled, because I didn’t want callouses on
Being a Beer Babe: An Exculpation and an Education
In all the days of my youth, I’m sure no one guessed that one day I’d advocate beer. I disliked beer, couldn’t stand the stench of it: sour and bitter
Mysteries In Plain View
I’d never peg my mom as the “foodie” type: She starts each day with a Diet Coke, munches popcorn for dinner when my dad’s out of town, and thinks nothing of
A Touch of Madness (Or: Some Things Are Better Off Alone, Part Two)
Continued from Twitterpation (Or: Some Things Are Better Off Alone, Part One)
The brilliant thing about being ignored for the bulk of one’s life is that you have so much time and
Twitterpation (or: Some Things Are Better Off Alone, Part One)
I usually hate the idea of eating alone, unless it’s in my house or in some restaurant where I know someone; and the prospect of walking, unaccompanied, into a bar fills me
Bending Thumper's Rule
My favorite character in Disney’s Bambi always was Thumper … after Flower, actually, but Flower never got as much airtime as Thumper, poor baby skunk that Flower was.
So, Thumper won by default;
Should Angry Shrimp Start Callin'
There were enough times in my youth that I'd passed the dingy crate-like box that was Buckhead's Taco Mac - skeptically, though my high school chums kept assuring me
With A Smile on My Lips
A frustrating restaurant shift leads me to Alon's in Dunwoody, craving an Asian Salmon Sandwich and Edmame Salad, the sweetness of dripping teriyaki sauce over tender chilled salmon filet, the salty