I have a confession to make. I cheat in the kitchen.
My friends would argue with this. They’d tell you how I inherited a slightly-less-severe case of my mother’s Martha Stewart Complex. They would explain how I always insist upon making things from scratch that normal people just buy — coleslaw, potato salad, [...]

Part 1: Peaches
On Saturday morning, despite his better judgment (and with promises of a nap later), I drug EAToo out of bed and downtown to the Memphis Farmers’ Market. Just a couple of blocks from the Mississippi River, the Memphis Farmers’ Market is a bit of a drive from the suburbs, but it’s [...]