Bonjour, Gizzard Salad!

Candied gizzard salad. I went all the way to France and ate candied gizzard salad. It’s called salade de gésier in French, which sounds so very elegant … more elegant than candied gizzard salad. Everything sounds more elegant when you say it in French. Oui? The minute I saw it on the menu at Les…

The Poke Salat Festival

I have been to the Poke Salat Festival. Seriously. Tragedy (that’s what I call my husband because of his resting sad face compared to my perpetual mule-eating-briars Comedy grin) and I drove for more than an hour from Birmingham to Arab, Ala., just to go to the Poke Salat Festival. How could we not? Now…

Memories of Notre-Dame

  Ten years ago I was in Paris. Sonny and I had traveled there with Mama, Daddy, and Brother. I can’t really remember now how we all came to make that Spring Break trip together. They had already been to Paris multiple times, but Sonny and I had never had the chance to go. The…

The Ground Rules

Tomorrow in Atlanta the New England Patriots will be playing the Los Angeles Rams in the Super Bowl. That means a whole lot of folks from the not-South are descending on the South even as we speak. Now while I would posit that the love of football unites us all, there are certainly some things…

Turmeric ain’t vanilla and other thoughts on Brooklyn

I have been to Brooklyn. I got to travel up there for some training with my day job. Now I’ve been to New York many times, and I love every little bite of the Big Apple I get, but I’d never had the opportunity to venture across the bridge into Brooklyn. On this trip, though,…

Slightly! Lightly!

I’m troubled, y’all, troubled. It all started toward the end of September when I went to visit Sonny Boy in Chicago. I was flying Southwest, which I love, and I had scored “A” group status for boarding. I got on the plane and chose a window seat in the same row as a quiet-looking white-haired…

The summer, recapped.

I’ve been as busy as a one-armed paper hanger with hives this summer! It all started in May when I attended the Book Expo in New York where my new book They Call Me Orange Juice was on display. (Read what I learned from that experience here.) Sonny went with me, and we got to…

The Great Shark Tooth Hunt

“Hidden treasures — the best place to find shark teeth!” “Look for shark teeth!” “A great place to find shark teeth!” These are all things you will read when researching a trip to Amelia Island, a barrier island on Florida’s Atlantic coast that’s spitting distance from Georgia. So when Husband and I went on vacation…

Country Come to Town

By the time y’all read this, your girl here will be well on her way to New York City. Now I don’t know about the rest of you, but when I travel outside of the South, I feel like I have to be a positive example of the South and Southerners. That means no flip…

A Tale Told in Limerick

April is National Poetry Month. That’s why I’m recounting my recent trip to Chicago in limerick. Here we go: We drove to Chicago, Illinois To see our fine college boy. We wined and we dined. “The cold!” we opined. That wind is the real McCoy. We spent two nights in Kentucky Which may strike you…