Tummy Rumblings

It is clearly almost lunchtime, because I'm HONGRY!

And an anonymous lover of my soul (if not my arteries) has just turned me on to Homesick Texan.


I think I have found a state where I could really, reallY EAT!

Between the Mexican food of my years in SoCal, and my Tennessee kin, I believe that Texas may just have all the food I really need.

Crap polititians, of course (always excepting the sainted Ann Richards). BUT THE FOOD!!!

It's just like Jill Connor Browne says in The Sweet Potato Queen's Big-Ass Cookbook and Financial Planner: "If you eat this, you will die. And you will die with a huge ass. But you will die happy."

The other day Mr. M fried up some tilapia for me. Dredged it in buttermilk (is there anything that doesn't get better when you add dairy?), coated it in cornmeal, garlic, parmesan powder, and cayenne pepper. Cooked a little dirty rice, steamed some green beans. We topped it all off with the peach and raspberry pie I made this weekend.

Friends, I believe in EATING!

(And you need to know that no pre-made, store-bought pie crust ever comes out of my oven. There is just no way.)


  1. Oh girl...I am so glad you MAKE your own pie crust! Woman after my own heart!!

    Going to go look at that site now!

  2. What a great blog you have--I love all the quotes! And how cool that you're a postulant--did you know my mom is an Episcopal priest in Houston?

  3. I'm a former Texan myself. My husband believes that El Paso (my hometown) has the best food in the world - its the perfect blend of good Mexican and Texas B-B-Q. I have to agree and now I'm hungry too. Darn.

  4. Well, I'm in Texas, and I love to cook. It's good to hear how you make your own pie crust. I assume your own cakes, too? It was my husband's birthday last Friday, and I baked him a Betty Crocker chocolate cake from my mother's cookbook!

  5. I love the Sweet Potato Queen. I saw her at Politics and Prose in DC.

    She drove up in this big-ass bus which was plastic-wrapped with a huge picture of her wig-and-tiara self on it. She parked ON THE SIDEWALK (not typically done in DC), got out, looked at it, and said, "I am so a Judd!"


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