Lifestyles: Food

Jan. 28, 2014 @ 11:06 AM

Six restaurants competing in Vegan Love Challenge

Parts & Labor will be serving black-eyed pea and sweet potato cakes with smoky guacamole in February. Across town, The Refectory Café will be serving polenta lasagna with basil pesto and grilled vegetables and dark chocolate macadamia torte for dessert.

If these dishes sound too good to be vegan choices, that’s part of the goal of the Vegan Love Challenge, the latest in the Triangle Meatless Monday organization’s ongoing campaign to try and introduce more vegan varieties to local restaurants.


Jan. 28, 2014 @ 10:03 AM

You don't have to swear off salad dressing

This month many of us swore off fat and calories and signed onto salads.
For many of my "less-than-lean" years a wide wedge of iceberg lettuce drenched with Thousand Island dressing was a favorite salad. Later, I learned that a 2-tablespoon serving of that dressing delivered 111 calories and 10.5 fat grams.


Jan. 28, 2014 @ 09:44 AM

Brunch me

“It's not quite breakfast, it's not quite lunch, but it comes with a slice of cantaloupe at the end. You don't get completely what you would at breakfast, but you get a good meal.” (“The Simpsons”)
In the past few weeks, I’ve had brunch a couple of times at Watts Grocery (1116 Broad St.).  Chef/owner Amy Tornquist’s splendid food is full of local, fresh ingredients and has something for everyone.


Jan. 21, 2014 @ 10:00 AM

Give it another go

One day in my high school cafeteria I was delighted to find breaded veal patties. 

I sat down with my lunch and my best buds, Bo and Rhi, eager to eat my unexpected bounty. 

Excited, I took a bite — and shrieked.  It didn’t taste like veal; it tasted like what Alpo smells like.

“Oh my gosh, they’re feeding us dog food!”


Jan. 14, 2014 @ 10:34 AM

A matter of the heart

Ten years ago there was a paradigm shift that affected millions of hearts, but first, a very short story.
In the late 1990s, I stood at a checkered tablecloth covered table in front of a store in Northgate Mall that was selling my cookbooks and offered tasting samples from those books. A normal-sized, healthy looking young man walked up to me, asked for a small brownie sample and then questioned me closely about the fat content in my recipes. Overcome by curiosity, since more women than men buy my books, I asked him if he cooked.


Jan. 14, 2014 @ 09:49 AM

Dancing with the starch

I won’t twerk. So don’t ask me.
I also won’t watusi, foxtrot or tango. Not a big dancer. In the first grade, I took ballet, tap and jazz for about six months. My 137-year-old teacher frightened me so much I quit. Thus my chance at being a Solid Gold dancer vanished into thin air.


Jan. 07, 2014 @ 10:49 AM

Tales of a second-grade sweet potato

Mrs. Dawson, our music teacher, gave me the lead role in our second-grade play.
I played the part of a sweet potato.  I was completely engulfed in the costume Dad built for me from wire and yards and yards of orange cotton. My best friend, Lynette, had the supporting role of a stick of butter. She carried a knife that was as tall as we were, and together we danced and sang with buttery, carbohydrate abandon. 


Dec. 31, 2013 @ 11:52 AM

Lemon Poppy Seed Bundt Cake worth the effort

Before Christmas and uncertain that Santa knew exactly what I wanted; I gave myself a gift: a new bundt pan to replace my 20-year-old pan that was too thin, too dark, scratched-up and barely nonstick any more.


Dec. 30, 2013 @ 06:15 PM

Fixed-price lunch, dinner event planned

  • Triangle Restaurant Week to return
  • Update on downtown Whetstone Apartments

Dec. 17, 2013 @ 05:30 PM

Grandmother's Christmas cookies a gift from the heart

Holidays, food and families have interwoven themselves, like braids on a loaf of challah or strands of colored beads on a Christmas tree, since time now forgotten. That continues to be true for me.
When I was a kid, this season’s parade of holidays always stepped-off with Thanksgiving and since my folks couldn’t decide whether we should be with Mom’s or Dad’s family, we settled on -- both. This didn’t happen just once, but for many years. If you ever wondered how I got to be over 300 pounds, knowing just that bit of holiday history should be enlightening.


Dec. 10, 2013 @ 10:59 AM

The dark side of hospital dining

The day I brought Petey home from the hospital, we also brought home a bunch of stuff.
We had instructions and prescriptions.  We had unguents, lotions and a couple of pairs of ugly, strangely-fitting yellow socks (Who was the foot model for those things anyway?).  We also carried a big box full of gifts from his amazing, generous co-workers at Duke.


Dec. 03, 2013 @ 10:46 AM

Leaner holiday meals don't have to sacrifice taste

How times have changed.
In 1990, Thanksgiving made me uneasy.
Not about getting together with my family. No. That year I'd lost more than 100 pounds for the first time and in my family, Thanksgiving dinner triggered the start of a food-centric race running for the next six weeks. T-Day 1990 marked the single toughest meal I'd faced that year.


Dec. 03, 2013 @ 10:36 AM

Santa’s knee

When I was 4, my family went to a Christmas party. The adults were in the living room, and the kids were in the rumpus room. I was just getting ready to go to the restroom when a surprise visitor showed up. It was Santa Claus!


Nov. 26, 2013 @ 09:50 AM

Dirty work

You should have seen me. I was trussed up like a Christmas goose.
I wore a tent-sized apron, and next to my latex swathed hands was a spray bottle of Clorox Clean-up. My hair was tied back, and my glasses were acting as safety goggles. The only reason I wasn’t wearing a face mask is because I freak a wee bit when stuff covers my mouth and nose. But I was drawing infrequent, shallow, nervous breaths.


Nov. 20, 2013 @ 10:55 AM

Serendipity doo-dah

A couple of days ago I received a note from my niece, Susi:
“Can you do an article on green bean casserole? For 10 years I have been making it and for 10 years it does not turn out. Now it's a running joke to everyone that I'm going to bring this casserole that no one eats. This year is the year for me, I can feel it.”