Champagne trumps rock, scissors and paper

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


Moreton Neal often advises "You'll feel better after a glass of wine". I'm always suspicious of alcohol as a remedy for problems, but sometimes... This afternoon I played unexpected hookey with my agent Katharine Walton and a bottle of champagne. It was like a week in Bermuda. We were rewarding ourselves for packaging honeysuckle sorbet in dry ice, packing it successfully according to DHS regulations and getting to the RTP Fedex hub in time to ship overnight to the Kitchen Sisters in San Francisco. I've been so busy lately that I only had time for one post in the whole month of May. Given the economy, this sounds lucky, but I do have my limits. I actually started several posts but could never get back to finish them and there was a lot to talk about. Joe York, film archivist for the Southern Foodways Alliance was in town to interview Cliff at the meat market. Friend and fellow food blogger Kim Sunee was here following me around with her new video camera as I picked honeysuckle. The briar berries in my garden came and went, but not before appearing for one night only in a "yard tart" on Crook's menu. Mrs. Norwood's niece showed up with a king's ransom in mayhaws. This is the first time in years that I've had any and the sorbet we made was spectacular if I do say so myself. Then there was the trip to Wilson for a fun raiser for the arts council there- lunch for 100 with no kitchen.















The above paragraph was written two weeks ago, thus underlining my point. In the meantime I've had a visit from Melissa Block from All Things Considered who came for honeysuckle sorbet. I was too busy running my mouth to take a picture of her, but here's one of the baseball cap she brought me. I also attended a pot luck supper for Pableaux Johnson, friend and food writer from Louisiana. April McGreger brought devilled eggs made from pickled eggs. I thought that I was done with honeysuckle for the year, but insidiously it has returned, so occasionally it will return as well to the menu. (The Kitchen Sisters received theirs intact by the way). This revival caused me to realise that the sorrell in my garden did not return this year and I have always thought that it was impossible to kill. On Thursday I'm off to Bristol, Tennessee/Virginia for a Southern Foodways Alliance field trip focusing on Nascar, old time music and of course, moonshine. Hopefully I'm back on track and will be posting regularly again.

posted by Bill Smith at 4:07 PM

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