I am a creature of habit. My daily lunch pail consists of whatever leftovers in my refrigerator at home are closest to spoiling without being bad. I follow the dietary version of the “The Price is Right” rules: “closest without going over.” I also do not have an emotional relationship with food. I eat what … Continue reading Five Atlanta Friday lunch finds
Maybe it’s just me, but I cannot avoid “clean” these days. Everyone is wanting to go “clean” these days. I’m not always the most “with it” middle aged dude, according to my teenager, so I’m not sure what “clean” means. Do you? No matter how you define "clean" in the New South, I'm into it. … Continue reading Living clean or clean living
In our modern age we rely on precision in our measurements. Even when we don’t need it, our devices give it to us. Google maps tell us how far away Grandma’s house is, down to the tenth of a mile. Our scale gives us our weight to the hundredth of a pound. Our workout app … Continue reading A heap of Thanksgiving measurement
It’s only a slight exaggeration when I describe lunch as my favorite seven minutes of the day. After more than 30 years of work, I’m still learning to pad my calendar with time between meetings, and I often find myself squeezing in lunch while responding to emails, drafting content or catching up on breaking news. … Continue reading Method to my leftover madness
My family isn’t really a big food family. Sure, we eat together, and like all families, we have made good memories and had meaningful conversations over meals. And we have our share of good cooks. But in my mind, no one person wins the prize as “best cook” in our family. When he was younger, … Continue reading The best cooks in my family
