Lucy arrived one morning in the arms of Carmen, the beloved housekeeper who removes all the bird droppings off the kitchen floor after the roving fowl view the open door as an invitation, and decide to stop in for a visit.She was rather scrawny at first, Carmen didn't really explain where she'd gotten her from. She just…
There's been so much rain in the Northeast this summer, that the quince trees have borne rotted fruit. I've missed most of that rain though, and I never thought I'd say so, but I miss it. I've spent most of this summer in arid climates where you can't count on rain to wash away the…
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.