What is CFS? When I first moved to Texas, I had no idea what people around here meant by the term “CFS.” To me, it sounded like shorthand for a debilitating disease! I eventually learned that CFS stands for, “chicken fried steak,” or, “county fried steak,” depending on whose etymology you choose. Recipes vary, but the general idea is a battered fried cutlet. In Texas restaurants, it’s usually topped with a thick white gravy flecked with black pepper and a side of mashed potatoes. Does CFS Have European Roots? Like the hamburger, whose origins are widely disputed, the exact origins…
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This week’s guest post comes from the fabulous, Cherrye Moore, a Texan who now lives in Italy. (You may remember her funny post a few weeks ago about her nephew stumbling upon a topless sun-bather while visiting her in Italy.) Here’s her official biography: Cherrye Moore is an American writer and travel consultant living in southern Italy. You can read more about life in Calabria on her site My Bella Vita or join her this fall for the Calabria Table Tour, an 8-day cooking, food and wine tour of Calabria. I’m thinking that Calabria Table Tour sounds like a blast!…
Welcome to Saturday Show & Tell – 8th Edition. This week’s round-up features 10 bloggers and touches upon the following topics: flowers, travel, social commentary, and even a bit of fiction. April showers bring May flowers, but why wait? Today, Mandy Chatsworth brings us A Floriculture Tour Around the Continents posted at : Inspired by my co-blogger’s post on the Fairmount Park Azalea Garden in our home city of Philadelphia I decided to put together what I’m calling a Florticultural Tour of the Continents. The post highlights iconic flowers across the globe that are known to strike our emotions and…
My Aunt Kay is notorious for decapitating relatives – in photos, anyway. All Freudian implications aside, the woman simply cannot take a decent picture. Her compositions are awful (i.e. why is the cake the only thing in focus in all her birthday shots?) and when she does manage to get a clear image of someone’s face, they are inevitably doing something unflattering: gaping in mid-yawn, chewing a big mouthful of food, or sneezing. The woman is certainly consistent; I will give her that. Nevertheless, do we forbid Aunt Kay from waving her camera around at family functions? No, we just…