Our Love Affair With Steak
The smell is the first thing everyone notices. It’s unmistakable–a combination of wood burning down to coals, sizzling fat and cooking beef. It brings back a thousand memories, all at once and yet still distinct, memories of families and backyards and Boy Scout cookouts and neighborhood barbecues with little kids running all over the place….
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Roadside Memories
Childhood memories of roadside parks taste good in my mind: potato chips and sandwiches, ice-cold Dr Pepper and Big Red. Four decades later, I can still see the family station wagon pulling into yet another tree-shaded picnic area along a Texas highway. I can feel those concrete picnic tables, cool to the touch. And I…
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