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Life of Pie

November 20, 2012

My formative years were made up of blueberry pie. Each summer Mom would drag my sister and me to the blueberry farm where we’d sit on buckets and encourage plump, steel-blueberries from their perch. “Try not to get the stems,” Mom would instruct. “Or the green berries. Or the ones that have a hint of red—they’re too bitter. They’ll ruin the pie.” In between her cautionary tales, she’s slip into a quiet meditation, working methodically through the rows.


November 6, 2012

I have a girl crush on Kristen Hard, founder/chocolate maker of Cacao Atlanta (pronounced ka-KOW! if you’re as excitable as I am). It was inevitable. Along with air, wine and “E! News,” I can’t live without chocolate.

Growing up with a Korean Grandma

November 2, 2012

Most kids watched Teletubbies, I watched Korean soaps.

Heaven’s Homestead

October 23, 2012

Words by Andrea Goto Photography by Chia Chong Ho Shim is worried that I’m hungry. Even after I tell her I had a sandwich not 20 minutes earlier, she frowns and […]

Simmer Down: Pouring Over A Pour Over

October 19, 2012

This week on Simmer Down, the South’s own coffee roasting revolutionary, Philip Brown, sits down with Brenda and Libbie. Listen along as the ladies learn what goes into the perfect cup of coffee and interesting facts like how many people (from farmer to barista…nothing creepy) touch your beans before you drink them. This podcast is a little longer than most, but it was super interesting and we had a hard time getting Philip to take a breath! Enjoy a pour over with us.

A Roasting Revolutionary

October 16, 2012

So there’s this guy in Athens, Georgia, making a living washing dishes and playing in a band. He could marry his long-term girlfriend and settle down, but that would be too conventional. And when you’re an early twenties dishwashing drummer with an unarticulated dream, you expect more from life.

A lot of stories begin like this and most end shortly thereafter with a bloated and lonely middle-aged man eating Slim Jims and playing World of Warcraft on his mom’s calico sofa. That is, unless you’re Philip Brown.

A Man, His Hands, And a Bag of Oysters

September 25, 2012

I have this habit of looking at people’s hands like I’m looking for clues. I find they reveal so much more than most people are willing to offer. They tell a story.

As Vincent Hooper hauls 50-pound burlap sacks of oysters, I can’t help but notice that his hands are big—too big for his average size, as if they grew in spite of him. His fingers look swollen and ashy around the joints and cuticles. The skin across the backs of his hands stretch tight, like leather gloves that are too small and worn to offer any real protection.

A Lesson in Geography and Modesty

September 19, 2012

There’s nothing like a worldly person to remind you you’re not.

When I meet Merveille Kasongo, her body language reads like one of those signs on the back of a semitruck that warn: “Stay back 200 feet.” Her arms remains locked at her sides and without smiling she looks directly at me with big dark eyes lined with lashes so thick I wonder how they could be real. My brassy American sensibilities are, of course, injured.

Eat This and Keep Your Eyes on the Horizon

September 18, 2012

Disclaimer: The healing power of the Mandarin oranges noted in this article are not substantiated by any medical authority aside from a surly retired oral surgeon and a novice yacht chef.

The Little Linguine that Could

September 11, 2012

“It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. It’s fine, bitch.” Franco says in a thick Italian accent to his wife Lisa as they discuss a pasta delivery that needs to get out before the close of business. Both wear hairnets that remind me of my grandma who feared that exposure to running water would cause her to prematurely lose her $30 perm.

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