I like bologna - the mild sausage made from beef or meat scraps (beef, pork, turkey and/or chicken), not baloney, the mess you hear from TV infomercials about snake-oil pills that increase your memory, help you lose weight, fight bad breath and increase your personal wealth.
Every day, twice a day I check my garden to see if I have any "maters" ripe and ready for picking. In less sophisticated parts of the country, this veggie-fruit is called a tomato, but I live in Georgia, so I call them maters.
It doesn't matter if you spell it donut or doughnut - these little ring-shaped dough cakes are deep-fried and smothered in sweetness. Donuts are a poor man's dessert.
Unlike a bass, which gulp down live bait or ambush an artificial lure, catfish like to tease a fisherman. That rascal will nibble at the bait just a little, sometimes pulling on it without clamping down.
Popcorn is one of those extra expenses that go with movie-going. How's a fellah gonna watch Captain America save the nation without a large tub of salty, buttery popcorn to get him through all those action scenes?
I watch a lot of reruns of The Food Network's "Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives," in which chef Guy Fieri travels around the country, showcasing hometown restaurants the locals love most.
Onions are pretty close to being the perfect food, not only for adding character to an endless variety of dishes but also for their health benefits.
You've probably heard, "Once a Marine, always a Marine."
Computer geeks have their own language. It's interesting to me that so many words in geek language are food-related, like microchips, bits, bytes and, especially, spam.
A little smoke flavor can make an old shoe taste good.
I like free stuff, although I realize nothing is really free.
One of my first jobs was cleaning tables and washing dishes part-time for a seafood restaurant in Sneads Ferry, N.C. The Riverview Café didn't pay much, but they offered an always-hungry teenager the best bennies package in the world - all the seafood I could eat.
Salted sturgeon eggs ought to taste something like the mullet row I used to eat when I was a boy. But since caviar sells for about $50 an ounce, I'll never know.
Nearly 100 ladies from the Marne Community Spouses Club, Fort Stewart's all-ranks social club, met Jamie and Bobby Deen last week. Celebrity chef Paula Deen's sons took time out of their busy schedules to enjoy lunch with the group during a special event at Club Stewart.
The large billboard could be seen half-mile away when traveling north on I-95, near the town of Dunn, N.C. The colorful ad depicted a large dinner plate with two eggs over-easy, several slices of bacon and a generous portion of good ol' Southern grits.