The RV Chronicles — A 2017 Valentine’s letter to my wife (Recipe: Chocolate Covered Strawberries)

Say 'I love you' with quick, easy and delicious Chocolate Covered Strawberries.

Dear Catherine, I wrote you a year ago to tell you how lucky I am to know you … to be your lover. Our jobs kept us apart then, but we are together now and I feel even luckier. We share the smallest of spaces. Ridiculously small. It’s tight. Nerve-wracking. Yet, I feel so comforted […]

The RV Chronicles — Valentine’s Day 2016: The ‘Jimmy Rockford’ year (Recipe: Avocado Crab Salad)

Avocado Crab Salad — A healthy delicious aphrodisiac.

If you are one of my 16 loyal readers, you know that I’ve been living in an RV (named the ‘Jimmy Rockford’) near the Galveston Bay since August, 2015. I came here for a job while the love of my life hung back in our hometown to sell the house and wrap up our affairs. […]

The RV Chronicles — Chile de Arbol Salsa and going worldwide

Chile de Arbol Salsa —

The most important observance of this budding year is upon us.  It’s a celebration worthy of pomp, fanfare and a slew of culinary fireworks. Figuratively and literally. This Saturday, Jan. 16, is International Hot & Spicy Foods Day. Yes, international as in worldwide. Global.  If you’re neither a hot nor spicy food person, you might […]

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 — Getting schooled, and then some

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‘Every year you wait to go back makes it harder to go back at all.’ — Dad, 1990. I tend to do things the hard way. Always have. And for no particular reason. Whether it’s choosing to write a 3,000-word piece just hours before a deadline or sitting through a few extra lights to avoid […]

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. […]

The RV Chronicles – Alone and lonely

Smoked Sausage w/ Parmesan Pink Sauce — No one needs to know this took 20 minutes.

I am awakened each morning by an alarm clock and a 1960s sitcom. My hand, by habit, extends to my right and finds nothing except mattress. I’m alone. When I cook, it’s mainly for one person. And only one towel hangs in my tiny bathroom. There is no dog sneaking beneath my bed. Nor is […]

The RV Chronicles — Thank goodness we’re not total kindred spirits

Ancho Braised Short Rib Sandwich

I’m a smarty pants. Always have been. Don’t know why. So is Baby Girl. Thankfully though, she didn’t inherit my ‘go down with my middle fingers in the air’ temperament. In all fairness, I graduated from that approach some years ago. But at 17, my daughter’s age, I was a young man with an inexplicable […]