Comrades,
I’m in a bit of a transition period right now, wrapping up work at one job, training for new responsibilities at another and suffering from a mysteriously potent and lingering amount of residual stress that has stopped me from tending to my writing duties. I hope to be back up to speed with a weekly post beginning next week, and will be writing at my usual clip on Tuesdays instead of Mondays from here on in.
In the mean time, as a BBQ gift basket to new readers and tip of the hat to changes Amit and I are currently working on to make The Eaten Path much more interesting to browse, I offer this collection of stories on southern cooking:









Oh my BBQ and fried food porn I am in heaven. Looks like the LC’s moist brisket is my calling.
I’ve heard of those pickles!!! What a strange and unique thing they are. They almost remind me of char-siu, with the halo of insanely bright color and then you slice it thru to see the more natural coloring of the food item.
DIY Pickles is a
goodokay band name.