Adventures in food, travel, and backcountry kitchens
I’m just back from Georgia, Western North Carolina and Tennessee, where I was paddling and scouting a bit for some future adventures. I floated a few rivers and visited some …
A few weeks ago, I asked my 94-year-old dad if he had a favorite drink–thinking he might say something like a Manhattan or a Whiskey Sour. He looked skyward for …
My dad just turned 93, a big number, and I asked him what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday. Before he could answer, my mom chimed in and …
