They are pretty. Kids love them. Okay, everybody loves them. Here are my Frenched and Smoked Chicken Legs. Prepare Grill with Lump Charcoal and Hickory Chunks. Set up indirect heat and get it smoking at 200 degrees. Prepare Chicken Legs by cutting off the “knuckle” with heavy kitchen shears. Push the meat down into a … Continue reading
While I had the paint out I cranked out this little painting of the front of our home. Continue reading
When I was a senior in high school, I learned to fly fish with my dad in the mountains of North Carolina. We had a place up on Beech Mountain and I guess because A River Runs Through It just came out we had to do what every white guy it America was doing- big … Continue reading
Thanksgiving is a unique among holidays. Rivaled closely by Independence Day, by far the one I look forward to the most. Perhaps it’s the weather in North Carolina or the football we watch and play. I know it is the big one, with abundance of family and friends, just enough so you can all love … Continue reading
The back of my neck and hands are red and burning, there are multiple layers of sunscreen in the creases of my ears, nose and into my hair that is wild and greasy. It got to where we never saw a point in showering proper because in an hour or so we’d be covered in shrimp … Continue reading
It was cold and rainy Saturday. My wife, Casey, and the three older boys took off in the early morning to an out of town AAU basketball game. Spending a day along with a two year old isn’t something I’ve done in awhile. We had a blast, we watched Curious George, we ate gold fish, … Continue reading
There will be people in Kentucky who chortle and snicker at this. If you are a Southerner, whisky is just something that is there like soul food, mosquitoes, and humidity. In college, we all mixed whisky in a Coke filled stadiumcup. When life got a little more sophisticated, maybe it was into a Presbyterian’s drink … Continue reading
To say the least I’m a right brain thinker: all that spacial reasoning, strong perceptual ability, my senses work well, I appreciate natural esthetics, yet mildly dyslexic, I have a hard time paying attention to things that I don’t want to. I hated school, I loved to learn– I never really read anything that was … Continue reading
I confess, I really wanted to title this post “Whorehouse Trout Fishing”. A few friends have a place in the mountains, they’re golfers. My usual M.O. for a golf weekend is to find out if there is a place to fish and do a bunch of cooking while the others guys are on the course. … Continue reading
