The only way to know if your favorite eatery is really THAT good; is to leave it.
In your own hometown, eating out is simple. You have your old stand-by’s. You know where to get good take out, impress a visitor, or indulge in your guilty, cheesy, drunkin’ pleasures.
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With the goal of eating our way through the South, we packed the car in San Diego and hit the road. Our mission was easy, eat BBQ and visit Graceland. Or as they say down there, “Put a little South in your mouth.” And we did.
Originally, we had wanted to travel to Europe but our budget wouldn’t let us. Although, what we didn’t realize was that our whim decision to take a road trip across the USA would change our lives forever.
Continue reading Southern Road Trip: Grits, Gravy & Graceland
I’m fascinated with Hot Dogs
They’re a guilty pleasure. Yes, but I love them because each little meaty, mustard, maniac-in-a-bun has it’s very own tale, deep rooted our American history.
Much like many of our grandparents, they immigrated to this country and had to reinvent themselves. The Frankfurter shortened it’s name to Frank, met the infamous bun and triumphed in the new world. Each is as unique as the cities you find them in, and their toppings are as diverse as the people who create them.
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This is easy but you’ll need mucho patience to prepare and wait for it while the flavor-flav develops over your camp fire. I don’t use measurement here because it’s just chili, folks, get crazy!
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So it all started when I picked up a book called “Leave No Crumbs” about cooking while backpacking and eating yummy meals that don’t take up space while away from a conventional kitchen.
To my surprise, Pancakes can be made from the basic ingredients in my cupboard. “Wow, not a box of bisquick?” I was astonished. Dennis was thrilled with the idea of making real pancakes too, so I dove in.
Continue reading This ain’t Bisquick, Biotches.