The RV Chronicles — And then there were six (Recipe: Pimento Cheese Squash Casserole)

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It’s been said that a decent cat photo can propel an otherwise quiet living person to virtual fame. For my money, boxer puppy photos win the Internet, but still I present this foggy out-of-focus snapshot for your viewing pleasure… It only took about six months in the Jimmy Rockford for the neighborhood (feral) cat to […]

The RV Chronicles — Oh, what a July it’s been! (Recipe: Sweet Black Pepper Meatball Sandwiches)

Sweet Black Pepper Meatball Sandwiches — Easy and delicious

I had a feeling that July 2016 might be one of my best. And when I wasn’t coerced into attending a fireworks display early in the month, I knew there’d be a happy ending come the 31st. Sure, I managed some bucket list stuff this month – riding the Amtrak from Texas to Chicago, staying […]

The RV Chronicles — There’s no place like our (tiny) home (Recipe: Grilled Summer Squash)

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It’s been about a year since I began chronicling the exploits of my so-called temporary life in a recreational vehicle. If you’re among my faithful 17 readers, you’re aware of pretty much every frustration I’ve experienced here — from showering in a microwave-sized tub to being bored and quite lonely. Those daily doldrums, though, have […]

The RV Chronicles — A touch and go week by the bay (Recipe: Grilled Chuck Eye Steak w/ Roasted Salsa)

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It’s been little more than five years since I began sharing my stories here. And it’s really funny how this has grown from a virtual space in which I could self-impose writing deadlines, to a crowd of 17 loyal followers. If you’re among those 17, you know that I live to eat — and to […]

The RV Chronicles — Batten down the ‘Jimmy Rockford’ hatches (Recipe: Grilled Peel & Eat Shrimp)

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It was almost a year ago that I applied for a new job position on a whim. Though I’m one of the few people in this world whose Mondays are (really) my Fridays, I needed a change in locale. So, I moved from the 42nd largest city in Texas to the 4th largest city in […]

The Unorthodox Epicure — Cheese Manicotti w/ Béchamel & Marinara

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Stuffed Manicotti is one of those dishes that brings old memories to my forefront. I can count on one hand how many times my father served this dish during my childhood. I enjoyed it every time. So did everyone else. I’m not sure where Dad discovered it — from a magazine cover in a supermarket […]

The RV Chronicles — More than 800 miles I roamed…

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It’s over. For the past couple of weeks I slept within the warm roomy confines of a brick and mortar structure. I cooked on a professional-grade range surrounded by granite and graced with a travertine back-splash.  I even showered in a new space that rivals the interior room of most minivans. Christmas on Chestnut Lane […]

The Unorthodox Epicure: Unplugged

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Want to know the one thing about me that I’ve never discussed in these pages over nearly five years here? Grab your headphones and head over to Food Blog Radio, where I had a sit-down with Gary House and Sara DeLeeuw. While you’re there, why not subscribe to future broadcasts? It’s truly a delicious show. Getting there is easy. Just […]

The RV Chronicles — Lightning fast chicken & dumplings … just like Mamaw’s

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I’ve always figured that my daughter was my true kindred spirit. But when I mentioned that I had chicken gizzards in the freezer, I was shocked to hear that she wanted a mess o’ dumplings — chicken and dumplings, that is … with gizzards as the main. Truth is, one can add anything to dumplings. […]

The RV Chronicles — Fond memories of campfire fried potatoes

Campfire Fried Potatoes — A simple memory-making side

Cane fishing poles. Cold grape soda. The beckoning aroma of bacon, onions and potatoes cooking beneath a canopy of loblolly pines, sassafras and water oak. The setting played itself out annually between 1977 and about 1982 at Tyler State Park in northeast Texas, about 10 minutes off Interstate 20. Every spring. Just Dad and me. […]