Over the weekend, my new friend Michael from New Orleans taught me how to make Puttok. If anyone can tell me how to spell it properly I'll give you a gold star sticker. It's a lovely stew of tomato, rosemary, vinegar (or in our case red wine) and braised meat.
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When the sun comes up, the socializing begins. This consists mostly of hanging out in the corn on the back of a four wheeler sipping a soda, and staring blurry eyed in front of you...Stragglers come in from the fields little by little, trying to hold out for just one more... someone insists they bought bad…
Soon there's some action. And the earplugs come in handy as shots fire across the field...The doves start to descend en route to breakfast...And Buddy is thrilled to finally get some action...Where's the dove?... Sniff, sniff, circle, circle...I just saw it here... where did it go?...I've been waiting all morning for this moment!AHA!Yihaw!Yippi! The sweet payoff of a dove…
Dove hunting starts a little later than most hunts. 5:30 am to be exact.It's a social affair... a cooler full of beverages, talking, laughing, dogs running around in circles. And some good ear plugs.It takes place in the fields not the woods. The doves come down at sunrise to feed on the corn, sunflower seeds…
It's time for the big dove hunt in Lake Village, Arkansas! I plan to eat a lot of roasted dove this weekend. And tamales. But I will only be hunting for dove, not tamales. Those will come from Rhoda who ties them up in perfect little corn husks. Yes, she and I will be eating roasted…
Cars glide in and out of parking slots outside Prince’s Hot Chicken Shack. The lot is jammed with vehicles ranging from the Baptist Church van to a worn-out pickup truck with a missing tailgate. Most of the storefronts along the street are vacant. Other than Prince’s, all that is left is the Jesus Rock Café…
...I would eat......blackberry juice for breakfast......stinging nettle soup for lunch......a mid-afternoon snack of puffballs......sea beans with......fennel frawn pesto for dinner......bay leaf... crackers?... hmm... I didn't say it would be all fun and games.
Meet Farmer Al. That is his full name. Like Madonna, or Bono. In most parts, all you have to do is say Farmer Al and people know who you are talking about. That's because...
...he grows these:Word on the street is that they are the best in the country, and all organic too. When no one…
One evening, not long ago, I went to visit Charles and his chocolate factory. It does exist! Except it doesn't have green elves running around and misbehaved children drowning in vats of chocolate. This is a much more classy place, (and it doesn't give me nightmares). And Charles taught me how to make chocolates!Chuck taught…