On February 5, I was a guest lecturer to a class of design students at the University of Georgia in Athens, which is my alma mater where I received both a Bachelor’s degree in Journalism and a Master’s degree in Film. I was asked to speak on the Creative Process. The students had researched me online and had presented me with questions, not all of which I was able to answer. Because the internet presents me as a cookbook author...
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Savannah, GA; November 24, 2018: Until very recently, it was illegal in South Carolina to sell anything from the wild except for highly regulated seafood. No game, no wild mushrooms, no fresh water fish. As interest in foraged foods has grown regulations throughout the country have relaxed. In the fall of 2014, a small group of South Carolina residents who are “certified mushroom experts” have been allowed to sell as many as 20 kinds of...
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October 23, 2018; Washington DC: I’m in DC visiting my husband, who is working here until next June when we will head back overseas with the Peace Corps. I’ve been downsizing for the past year: I gave my papers and some of my library to the Special Collections at the College of Charleston; I gave the bulk of my culinary and history library to the state-of-the-art International Culinary Institute of Myrtle Beach; I am selling much of...
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Featuring some of the best known Haitian artists of the 1980s and 1990s. (Above, “Jesus in the Garden of Eden” by Fortuné Gérard, 1988.) NOW SHOWING THROUGH OCTOBER at PW SHORT 414 Whitaker Street Savannah, Georgia I first began collecting folk art in the late 1970s when I lived in the Caribbean, where I found striking cultural similarities between the local foods and customs there and those of the Lowcountry where I had spent my...
Read MoreThe Savannah Daily News ran a feature story on an exhibit I am having of part of my art collection. Here’s the link.
Read MoreJuly 28, 2018: Celebrating 25 years with Mikel Lane Herrington, my truly better half. This is where it all began. My friend Adele was visiting from New York, coming to town for the Spoleto Festival, which Gian Carlo Menotti had dubbed “The Festival of Joy” that year — joyous for him, probably, because he had rid the festival of his detractors and adversaries, and because the unfinished one-act opera of the 83-year-old...
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