I picked up a book in Charleston, South Carolina called Bringing It To The Table, a collection of essays written by Wendell Berry. Berry, who has had a long and fruitful life as a farmer, activist, writer of fiction and non-fiction, now lives in a farm in rural north central Kentucky – and it is… [Read more…]
Jason Mann is a farmer with a mission. Forming Full Moon Farms as part of Spring Valley EcoFarms with a group of forward thinking ecologists, chefs, educators, and activists in 2002, he then opened a restaurant, Farm 255. Not content with that, in 2005 he added a farm cart which operates outside his restaurant when it… [Read more…]
As we’ve travelled on this long (so far by my reckoning getting close to 8000 miles) road, some of the best food we’ve experienced has been on our campfire. I realise that might sound slightly big-headed, and it’s not meant to be: it’s just that after clocking your 410th Waffle House or Arby’s and realising… [Read more…]
We had some ever-so-tipsy-fun the other night while we were camping in Huntingdon Beach State Park. Once we’d eaten a tasty grouper dinner, we headed down to the beach for some long exposure photography shenanigans. With E as the (willing, it has to be said) model we made some images using the existing moon-and-star-light and… [Read more…]
After a great tip-off by the Four Coursemen, we headed out to Mills Farm for our Sunday brunch. Nursing a slightly sore head from the festivities of the night before, we arrived at the farm which is just north-east of Athens, hungry.
S jokes that we are the youngest people in America. He has a point. As we are often staying in RV (aka: Recreational Vehicle) parks where the smart retirees hang out alongside their cats and dogs in their homes on wheels, wearing lots of leisurewear. Not that I mind too much. Older folks are generally… [Read more…]
Fried chicken is more available in any UK food bar than perhaps the humble kebab. We seem to love it more than any other fat-congested snack that you can find. Despite this, I haven’t eaten fried chicken since I was 11 years old. I hate the greasy-boxed chicken carcasses that collect at my feet on… [Read more…]
It’s pretty hard not to talk about food in New Orleans. Everyone has an opinion, and everyone has a recommendation (not all wanted, but that’s what you get for asking) One of the best chats we had was with Sara Roahen, the lady who wrote ‘Gumbo Tales’ and a lady that spoke about New Orleans… [Read more…]
In Austin, our greatest goal was to get a feeling of the food truck movement that is going on there at the moment… A big boom of mobile food vehicles are popping up in the back yards of bars, in parking lots, in car parks, next to swimming pools… You can’t escape them. Being quite… [Read more…]
Americana: when you hear this word you’d be forgiven for thinking of rootsy, earthy and possibly ever-so-slightly chintzy American ‘stuff’. I’d never heard it used solely in the context of music as a genre but that might be because I’m a Limey, and wouldn’t have had reason to. Anyways, we were introduced to this style… [Read more…]
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September 22, 2010 by Eliza
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