There are a couple of food buzzwords that I think are ridiculous. One is “sexy”. Antonio Banderas is sexy. A plate of risotto is not. Black suede, thigh-high boots with a 4 inch heel are sexy. A well-cooked, medium-rare steak, while beautiful and delicious, is not sexy.
The other word so over-used that it means almost nothing, is “superfood.”
Silvia Heyden (born 1927) and Edith London (1904-1997) met in Durham in 1966; London was an established painter and Heyden was still experimenting with her tapestries.
The exhibition which has brought the two artists together again is absolutely gorgeous. Never mind their technical expertise or their many awards -- seeing their work on the walls of the Durham Arts Council gallery is a gift and an honor.
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.
“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.
Whether America can be described as a melting pot or a salad bowl, the fact remains there are many subcultures just below the surface of our national identity. The standard version is the United States was founded by white, middle-class Christian men who had wives and children, and while that was the textbook picture of our citizenry in 1775, there were large pockets of Americans, like women and blacks, who had no public face.
Q. I recently started vitamin B-12 injections. I had gone to my doctor with numbness and tingling in my hands and feet, fatigue and memory changes. He gave me extensive neuropsychiatric testing and did lab work. The results showed a change in memory, as well as carpal tunnel in both wrists. My vitamin B-12 was low.
Humans have known about metal and used it for thousands of years. It can define objects as different as silver tea services, nails, bridge abutments, supports of buildings and kitchen appliances; it is a mainstay of sculpture and fashionable jewelry.
The exhibition at Light Art +Design touches on many aspects of this remarkable material especially as it has been recycled into art objects.
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.
The arts are alive and well in the Triangle and the next few months offer wonderful ways to spend the cold months. Jazz enthusiasts are going to love Duke’s Nasher Museum exhibition of Archibald Motley’s jazz age paintings, which will open here and then travel around the country. And Durham Bulls’ baseball fans will revel in the N.C. Museum of Art’s “Bull City Summer,” a photographic documentary by 10 photographers of the 2013 Durham Bull season.
The first time I met Mildred Council (Mama Dip), she made me mad.
She had come to the bookstore where I worked to sign copies of her first cookbook, “Mama Dip’s Kitchen.” She also brought a few items that she’d cooked up from the cookbook. One of them was her pecan pie.
That pie was the basis of my ire.
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.
Q. I have had a hacking cough for more than a week. Consequently, I've had no sleep at all and had horrible pains in my chest and sides from the endless cough, cough, cough.
I had heard about putting Vicks on the soles of the feet but dismissed it as just an old wives' tale. However, last night at 1:30 a.m., I was so sick of coughing that I thought, "In for a penny, in for a pound." There'd be no harm trying.
In 2013 the visual arts in the Triangle covered the spectrum. Time, love, activist Indian art, a feminist Kenyan-American, Doris Duke’s Shangri La and Porsches were just a few of the artistic wonders woven into the cultural fabric of the Triangle. The museums organized and hosted these shows and each in its own way added to our rich local art scene.
Petey laughs at me.
My class reunion was a year and a half ago, but it still makes me mad every time I think about it.
At the N.C. Museum of Art one arrow points to the Brian Ulrich show and the other to the Porsches. The comparison is stark; in one, we celebrate conspicuous consumption with no consequences and, in the other, we witness the gluttony in the marketplace and its inevitable collapse.