The greatest meal of my life involved a Triscuit.

I once stumped Jimmy Buffett by calling him a saint.

Bullies are bullies, and they're always uninteresting.

Dry rubs are as integral to downhome barbeque as smoke.

The angle we give the bathroom mirror is always meant to flatter.

The rich flavors of duck meat have always attracted sweet, fruit-based sauces.

It drives me crazy to throw something out. I find planned obsolescence revolting.

Aside from the martini, the mint julep may be the most iconic cocktail in America.

Trout plus bacon is one of civilization's greatest formulas; it always equals pleasure.

I'm either proud or embarrassed to say that I never took a journalism class in my life.

Most of us seem to be buried under our own possessions, and it seems to be getting worse.

Few things grace a plate as dramatically as a whole plucked upland bird, however it's cooked.

If everything is disposable or recyclable, how does that make us feel about ourselves and each other?

Without strenuous preplanning, road food is almost always bad food, sad food, chain food, clown food.

A hot, deep bowl of venison chili is as close to manna from Heaven as you're likely to find in deer camp.

The mint julep may be sacred in the South, but so is college football, and that doesn't stop us from enjoying it.

Technically, fish can last up to half a year in a freezer, but their quality starts to slide after the first month.

Roasting fish that's encased inside a salt crust is a centuries-old method of ensuring moist, ultra-flavorful flesh.

Young men feel they have much to prove; older men, as a very general rule, tend to feel more comfortable in their skins.

Think schnitzel, and you usually think veal or pork: pounded into tenderness, battered, and fried to a golden magnificence.

Most of the time, comparing printed song lyrics with poems is like comparing recipes with food: that's to say, patently unfair.

Anyone with a fondness for intricately flavored, carefully measured cocktails and entertaining at home knows how poorly the two mix.

You can't rent a car in Bermuda; about twenty miles long and two miles wide at its fattest, it deems itself too small for surplus traffic.

For me, alcohol has this endless fascination that there's this substance that can enhance life so beautifully and destroy it so completely.

Grilling grapes may sound crazy, but the smoky, blistered char they get from a few minutes on the fire gives them a deep, winelike character.

A salmi is an oldfangled, richly flavored game stew - often served, like chipped beef, over toast - that was a delicacy popular in the 1890s.

I first encountered fish jerky during a marlin tournament in Kona, Hawaii. It was steeped in the island flavors of ginger, soy, and pineapple.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with deer burgers and venison chili, but with a little gusto, those stalwarts can go from satisfying to sublime.

For me, there's something likable but not quite lovable about poached fish: the ultraclean flavor, the melt-away texture, the no-fat virtuousness.

For most of the competitors, winning the Dakar has little to do with the standings on the final day and everything to do with making it to the final day.

There is a mammalian side to all of us; on occasion, it rears its head, snarls, makes a mess, acts the fool, howls at the moon, gives or gets a black eye.

A banal poem is never more than a banal poem. A banal or trite lyric, however, can be - with the right vocal cords - brilliantly and shatteringly conveyed.

Poems, unlike songs, are written to be read and, thus, come equipped with their own rhythms and melodies; they're self-contained entities, the whole shebang.

I find airports to be purgatorial in many ways. I mean, even from the basics of the design: you know, this sort of - this muted gray and the fluorescent lights.

Paddleboarding is what happens when you want to kayak on a surfboard or surf a kayak: You stand atop a board paddling yourself around. It's a leisurely good time.

The best largemouth bass fishing I've ever encountered was at Lake Huites, a vast impoundment on the outskirts of the Sierra Madre Occidentals in Sinaloa, Mexico.

Great sauces are like an insurance policy for venison roasts, which can easily overcook or dry out. Beyond their ability to rescue, however, is the power to elevate.

David Benioff can hardly be classified as an underdog. The 2002 film adaptation of his first novel, 'The 25th Hour,' was directed by Spike Lee and starred Edward Norton.

Driving a race car isn't too far a cry from driving any other sports car, but driving one through Africa in the middle of the night offers a wide scree of new sensations.

Though we tend to reach for the bacon or sausage, fish and eggs are a classic breakfast combination in many places around the world, and for good reason: They're great together.

My childhood was basically divided between fishing and roaming the woods and hiding out in my bedroom. Maybe things would've turned out differently if I'd had a TV in there; who knows.

A mourning dove's beauty is an understated one: the colors of its feathers ranging through various shades of gray and drab violet, often with a striking splash of turquoise around the eyes.

The perfect way for an angler who loves to cook to show off his fish is serving it whole, fresh off the grill, with crispy skin and moist flesh. Problem is, that's not usually how it happens.

The South's cuisine is often likened to gumbo - a thick and bubbling melange, spiked with a little bit of this, a little bit of that - yet the metaphor, like the dish, comes from West Africa.

Havana is one of the great cities of the world, sublimely tawdry yet stubbornly graceful, like tarnished chrome - a city, as a young Winston Churchill once wrote, where 'anything might happen.'

The spectacle of a good bar fight, properly executed and healthily ended, is not merely annoying boorishness. The best of them - an admittedly minor slice - are shaded with the elements of high art.

So much magazine writing is playing to an empty room. You work like a plow horse, your words get printed on a half-million or more copies, and then it often just disappears into this national vacuum.

Loading a hollowed-out loaf of bread with steak, mushrooms, shallots, and a fat dose of horseradish yields a kind of portable beef Wellington - the pinnacle of British cuisine reinvented as a trail snack.

More often than not, punches underwhelm - too fizzy, too fruity, too sherbet-y, and/or too baroque, the flavors all muddled into the boozy equivalent of the water left over from cleaning watercolor brushes.

A combination of stir-fry and salad, Lok Lak is a popular staple in Cambodia. It's usually made with beef, but in olden times, in the country's mountainous areas, venison would've gone sizzling into the wok.

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