Food

How To: Pick and Open an Avocado

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

It may be a Spring fruit, but last week I went through a couple of these babies while cooking up some meatless Reubens for my favorite Atlanta vegetarians so here’s a little primer on the ins-and-outs of avocados.

At the store: Pick it up and make sure it feels heavy compared to some of the others. That means it isn’t overly-ripe. It should still be green and fairly firm, but not rock-solid when you push on it gently with your thumb. Make sure there are no bruises because those spots won’t be any good once you cut it open.

At home: Like most fruit, I think avocados are best if kept out of the ‘fridge. Let them ripen on the counter, or if you need to give Mother Nature a nudge, toss them in a brown paper bag. When you are ready to use it, slice it in half lengthwise and twist apart. Firmly whack the pit with the blade of your knife and twist. Use it immediately because it will start to discolor. If you aren’t using the whole thing, you can delay discoloration by 1) squeezing lemon juice on it and/or leaving the pit in the leftover portion. It’s not an exact science, but it works.

The food nerd part:

Avocados have a good dose of vitamin C (for the old heart), vitamin K (for those bones) and unsaturated fat (for the shrinking waistline – and yes, I mean the fat in an avocado can help SHRINK your waistline).

This one ends with Cricket in the shop…oh, crap…did I give away too much?

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

I was planning on putting up a nice video blog (or vlog) about one of the places I filled my belly with in Saluda, North Carolina and then…the last 24 hours happened. So, instead let’s do a wee photo caption recap shall we?

On the drive from Grenada, Mississippi to Iowa Park, Texas I stopped in this little shop (notice it’s 7-1, not 7-11) to get a map of the Lone Star State. The friendly gentleman told me that I didn’t need a map…I could just follow him to his house…what a nice fellow.

The “campsite” in Iowa Park, Texas was a parking lot…on the side of the highway. Luckily my BlackBerry browser decided to miraculously find “Rocking A” RV Park just 30 miles up the road in Vernon. It had wifi. It was next to a Walmart and the sign on the office door said “Firearms. Buy. Sell. Trade.” Glad to see they are diversifying their interests.

At 6 am, Cricket and I got back on the road. Three hours later we found ourselves here…at Amarillo, Texas’ one and only foreign body shop. In the words of Uncle Jack “You just had to have a Bimmer, didn’t you?”

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Since the boys at Aardvark Automotive wanted to have a slumber party with Crick, I found myself a campground…in town…with wifi…and friendly hosts handing out microwaved peanut treats made out of “pure sugar. Yes ma’am, pure sugar.”

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Turns out that Amarillo has a tremendous shortage of Organic, Locavore, Grass-Fed, Darla-Approved, Yadda-Yadda food, so Little Green (that would be my mountain bike) and I went for the next best thing: A Hickory Burger at a place good enough for Man v. Food.

And I had to have a local beer, but only because I felt bad that they were taking up so much room in the bathtub. Really, that’s the only reason. The only one.

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This ain’t your typical RoadFood

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

When you think of RoadFood what comes to mind? And yes, I know that “road” and “food” are really two words, but I can’t helping RoadHugging my entire vocabulary lately.

Fast food burgers and fries? Convenience store soda and candy? Guess you aren’t surprised to learn that the only reason I walk into a McDonald’s is to use the bathroom. So, then, if I’m so darn hard to please, what do I eat on the road?

Sometimes a lot and sometimes nothing at all (that’s right, I’m more likely to eat nothing for an entire day than I would eat a Taco Bell burrito). And, most of the time, I pack a little something to hold me over.

Throw this little baby together the next time to hit the road and you will sail past those rows of beef jerky and potato chips without a second glance. Maybe wishful thinking now, but with a little practice you’ll find they’re pretty easy to ignore.

Celery almond relish

1 large daikon (which is really just an oriental or white radish and is easily found in Whole Foods) or you can use a handful of regular radishes (from your local farmer’s market of course)

6 Celery stalks

1 cup fresh Mint leaves (minced)

1 cup Almonds

2 tbsp. Olive Oil

Pinch of salt

Chop the daikon and celery into small cubes.  Mix together with minced mint leaves, almonds and olive oil.  Add a pinch of salt. Toss it in a leftover container and into a cooler (don’t forget your fork) and you’ve got yourself some Darla-approved RoadFood.

Cricket eats…okay, maybe Darla eats and Cricket sits there and watches…

Wednesday, October 20th, 2010

…but, no, Cricket does eat.

I mean seriously, gas? That stuff ain’t cheap and it’s going somewhere. And oil…after the 10 hour drive from Saluda to Atlanta she required 2 quarts (and, yes, it actually only takes most humans 3 hours to make that trek, but I never claimed Cricket or I were like most humans). And, then with the busted water pump last week she ate up quite a lot of coolant. And, then money…that new water pump cost a pretty penny so yeah, she ate that money up too.

Good thing I love that girl. But, as of last week, everything is all good in the world of Cricket. Her digestive organs are functioning quite well now and she has been taking me all around the Greater Atlanta area so I can fill my stomach like a proper traveling food journalist.

In the last month since I’ve hit the road I’ve had some pretty amazing foods hit my stomach and some pretty interesting thoughts hit my head as a result. And, yes…I just said month…incredible how time flies when you do nothing but travel, eat, cook, interview, write, video edit, eat again, cook some more…well, you get the point.

Here are my thoughts – well, some of them, in a list (because there is nothing I enjoy more than lists…except maybe the ellipses – I’d like to have a love affair with the ellipses):

1. When I hit the road I was thinking “authentic.” You know all those roadside truck stops, messy Mexican restaurants, great big bar burgers, sloppy barbecue…Diners, Drive-ins and Dives style…or Diners, Dives and Drive-ins…or Dives (can anyone out there ever say that name properly?!). In reality, I’m actually much more focused than that. Good news for 1) our waistlines, 2) our organs, 3) our planet and 4) our community (see, I like lists so much that I have lists INSIDE my lists).

2. Although I still like the use of authentic (or you’ll often hear me use “legit” to describe my food…as in “That grass-fed steak and baked sweet potato fries with homemade organic ketchup was legit.”) I find that my version of authentic seems at the surface very limited and you know what, that’s okay.

3. I want more people to eat real food. Actually, in a perfect world I would want everyone to eat real food. Why? Because I’m a perpetual optimist and I want each and every one of you to live long and health-filled lives. And I believe that real food is the answer (well, that and some other healthy lifestyle choices, but we’ll get into that later).

4. Other food wants? 1) I want people to cook and eat at home more – and enjoy the process. 2) I want the USDA Certified Organic labeling to go away…because I want organic to be just plain “normal.” 3) I want you and me to be closer to our food – to know where it comes from, how it was made and who is responsible. Must be nice to want, right?

If this list leaves you with more questions than answers…good. Email me at darla@roadhugusa.com and ask ‘em. Each of these points are to be expanded upon in later posts and maybe, just maybe, I’ll like your question enough to include it (although like any naughty journalist, I’ll probably take credit for it myself).

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Organic is not a dirty word

Friday, October 8th, 2010

I’ve been in Western North Carolina for about 10 days now so why no updates and videos until now? Because this place is freaking amazing! The last thing I wanted to be doing is locking myself away in a dark room with a computer and doing tedious video editing (in reality the room doesn’t have to be dark – that was just for the sake of drama).

When I arrived I was thinking to myself “Self, it’s going to be pret-ty hard to find Darla-approved RoadHug-worthy foods up here in these foothills. Wonder what I’m going to end up eating.”

Well, not to sound too cliche, but boy, was I wrong. Between the towns of Hendersonille, Saluda, Tryon and Asheville, North Carolina and Greenville and Landrum, South Carolina (yeah, see…I’ve been busy damn it) I found a ton of options. A literal ton.

I’ll fill you in on some of my favorites in Asheville as well as a spot I’m trying out tonight in Hendersonville, but right now I’d like to zone in on Saluda (go ahead, zone in on the little A in the pink balloon above).

Saluda is da’ bomb (as the kids say…actually, I think the kids stopped saying that years ago). It’s this tiny little town situated in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains.

Two hours from Knoxville, TN. Three hours from Atlanta, GA. And about five hours from Myrtle Beach.

And when I say tiny, I mean it. There are no street lights in town. No bars (that’s how cool this place is, I could like it even without a local watering hole – a feat if you know me). Main Street consists of four restaurants, a police station, a library (with free wifi – when it’s working) and a general store that has been being remodeled long enough to forget what the original “model” was. And then there’s Manna Cabana. Oh thank heavens for Manna Cabana. (click on the video below to find out what the hell a Manna Cabana is)

To find out more about Manna Cabana or what you can do to support local organic farmers, contact Carol Lynn Jackson at caroljackson@tds.net.

The Midnight Rooster

Wednesday, September 29th, 2010

Some of my loves on the road…

1. finding good clean food…a farm stand…a healthy restaurant…an organic farm…some local bbq,

2. drinking at a hole-in-the-wall dive bar where I usually stick out like a sore (yankee) thumb,

3. cute local men. ah….<sigh>,

4. a mountain bike trail, hike to a waterfall or something to climb, and

5. coffeeshops with good soy lattes, free wifi and an atmosphere that took some thought. Hello Midnight Rooster.

Welcome to the Cricket Chronicles

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010

The adventure has begun…and…what is the adventure? Here it is. It’s me…I would be Darla. And my Cricket (a 1986 BMW 325 es). My life packed into the trunk (thank god it’s a big one). I’m hitting the open road – riding solo.

Have no fear, RoadHug is still happening…Sammy’s concentrating on ruling everthing digital, Julia is working on post-production of the pilot and me…well, I decided to do some recon work…some marketing…some hugging before the hugging really gets underway. Call it practice. Call it research. Call it the Cricket Chronicles.

I left this morning. I arrived in Virginia Beach. I’ll keep you posted (as if that was ever a question). Here’s a departure video of Cricket, Cricket and more Cricket to entertain. Or to bore…but I’m guessing more to entertain.

4 links and a stick of butter

Wednesday, September 15th, 2010

So many people I know have food allergies or sensitivities or just can’t eat certain things. As you all know, I shy away from gluten due to the fact that it turns me into a moody-lethargic-unmotivated-aching lady with a weight problem. Julia is allergic to soy, gluten, dairy, salmon, avocados and ginger. And when I say allergic I mean it – it knocks her on her ass. Sammy, well, that girl can eat anything. She eats, she runs, she eats, she runs, she Tweets.

For the rest of us it’s good to know where we can turn to on the world wide web to get all the info we need in order to get our grub on without passing out, landing a hospital or being best friends with the toilet for the rest of the weekend.

1. Gluten-free living just got easy. And by living, I obviously meant drinking. Thank you Triumph Dining for your gluten-free booze list.

2. Don’t want to eat anything with eyes? Want to uphold your Buddhist roots? Feel like veggies have fewer feelings than pigs? Find all the vegetarian dining you could ask for at Happy Cow.

3. If you want to go in another direction and live the “primal” life just like all the superfit CrossFitters in your neighborhood check out what Mark’s Daily Apple has to say about living on meat, meat and more meat.

4. For the ultimate food geek – get all your stats from SELF magazine’s Nutrition Data site. From glycemic load to inflammatory response…hell, even fullness factor.

5. When all else fails and you decide to eat everything and the kitchen sink…turn to butter queen Paula Deen to make you feel all better with quotes like “It’ll make your tongue want to slap your brains out.”


photo credit: Paula Deen’s Twitter: @paula_deen

Grain-free snacking

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

just a wee sandwich, that's allI don’t eat a lot of grains. Why? Because. I don’t have to answer your questions. Oh, settle down. I’m just kidding. It’s a good question. I have a couple really good reasons stored up just for this occasion.

First, thanks to flat feet I have bad knees – I know, bad news when you’re 30 – worse news when I got it at the age of 15. And since gluten (a protein found in most grains) is linked to inflammation – something my joints frankly don’t need more of – I cut it out the majority of the time (something to keep in mind when you recommend a food stop, eh?).

Second, I’ve had a ton of sports injuries. Tons. I practically thrive on sports injuries. The problem is that my body doesn’t really dig ‘em and following an anti-inflammatory diet is just what the doctor orders when trying to recover from a sports injury…or eight.

Third, I try to eat unprocessed, but really freakin’ good foods and I try to stay as close to my food as possible. What does that mean? It means that I want to know the farm my vegetables came from. I want my cows to have eaten grass and not hormones before they hit my plate. And I want the whole trip to be as short and natural as possible. Most grains are tough to eat unprocessed so they end up going through a lot to get to our plates. A loaf of bread has had a hell of a trip to get to me. A bagel. Pasta. Lots of processing.

Forth, I love athletics as much as I love food. On a daily basis (when I’m in prime shape and not nursing anything that falls into the second category above) I’m running, biking, Olympic weightlifting and swimming. Vacations for me are rock climbing, snowboarding, kayaking and hiking. A beach isn’t the same without a football and a surfboard. That means that I want to be fit, lean and at peak performance. Through many many many trial and errors I have found that cutting out grains helps me tremendously in this regard. My food has fewer empty calories and is more nutrient dense.

All this being said, if I’m in Decatur, GA, I’m eating a Farm Burger and I’ll chow down on the bun. And you better believe I won’t be passing up a slice (not a loaf, a slice) of my Dad’s homemade whole wheat bread hot from the oven.

Mini-sandwich (hold the grains)

Cut a large zucchini into quarter-inch rounds. Spread some local wholegrain mustard on one side. Add a slab of natural turkey breast (easy to find – even at your local big box grocery store) and some grape tomato slices. Slap another zucchini round on top and you have yourself a wee snack. Repeat the process three more times and you have yourself a solid pre-bike ride treat.

Our 24 Hours in Athens, Georgia: Top Picks in Food, Fashion & Music

Friday, August 27th, 2010

Athens rocks and not just in the music sense. When we picked Athens, Georgia as the location for our pilot we knew nothing about the town. Okay, that’s not true. Darla knew that it was the home of the Bulldogs. Sammy knew that it was a college town – what college? No idea. Julia knew that rock legends R.E.M. and B52s hailed from its streets. That was honestly the extent of our knowledge.

Ask us about Athens and good luck getting us to shut up about how much we saw and did in one day. We followed the locals’ suggestions and visited their favorite spots. From sipping coffee at the townie and college students’ alike favorite caffeine joint, to jamming with a staple in Athens’ flourishing music scene to playing dress-up in a warehouse-size store of vintage and one-of-a-kind finds – we definitely gave RoadHug the love it deserves. In return, this tight-knit, creatively caring and local-centric community gave us a warm welcome and introduction to what this Georgia town is all about.

Read on for what Darla, Sammy and Julia tasted, wore and listened to during their 24 hours in Athens, Georgia.

Darla’s 8 step process for satisfying a mean food craving in Athens.

The White Tiger — #3 on Darla’s list

1. Start e’ry day at The Grit. Why? Because being around southern vegetarians is a nice way to start the morning.

2. Visit FarmCart. Not only can you scarf down a bangin’ housemade sausage dog, but you can also polish off a PBR tall boy while waiting for resident cutie Lou to work his magic on the grill. And, honestly, there’s nothing like drinking in the middle of the afternoon by yourself to make you feel like a real degenerate.

3. Pull up a picnic table at The White Tiger (complete with orange floral print plastic tablecloth). Order the BBQ Sandwich and revel in the fact that Ken (one of the Tiger’s owner’s) drop the word ‘righteous’ 7 times in one story.

4. Pork sausage dogs. Pulled pork sandwiches. Alright. If you want to eat something other than a pig or if Porky happens to be a personal friend of yours, go to Clocked and order the Black Bean Burger. Even a flesh loving carnivore like me thinks it’s reason enough to return.

5. Don’t trust my suggestions so far? Forget you. Just kidding. If you don’t like what I’m throwing out there, give Mary Charles a call over at Athens Food Tours. Since it’s her JOB to know where to eat, you know you can trust her. She’ll take you around to some of her local haunts — like La Dolce Vita where you can savor some local heirloom tomatoes with housemade mozzarella.

6. Here’s an old theory of mine: frozen yogurt sucks. Here’s a new theory of mine: frozen yogurt from Yoguri rocks. Instead of tasting like ice cream, owner Vena Kim figured out a way to make it taste like real Greek yogurt. And you know what they say “When in Athens … or Rome … or whatever.”

7. Become a porch dweller at Jittery Joe’s. It’s simple really. Walk in. Order coffee (it’s all they serve after all). Sit on porch. Become BFF’s with owner and head-roaster, Charlie. Done.

8. Finish your day at Normal Bar in … wait for it … the Normaltown neighborhood of Athens. Drink the local brew — Terrapin, eat the boiled peanuts (pronounced “bowled” down here in Georgia) and admire the gorgeous bartenders.

Sammy’s top 10 list for finding fashion in the Athens heat.

Athenians shopping at Agora … Sammy’s #1 on her list.

1. Like some people go veggie … I say go vintage. Go vintage because the town’s shopping district boasts at least four vintage stores (check out Agora for the most awesomely affordable finds in vintage clothing for the ladies and the gents) and because like food, local fashion just feels better.

2. Music isn’t just for listening — it’s for wearing, too. Check out Gigworn for some sweet tees promoting the town’s 400-plus local bands. And unlike that Backstreet Boys shirt that cost you $35 at their 2004 summer tour, the rock shirts at Gigworn cost about the same (if not less) than a ticket to see a show at local venues like the 40 Watt Club. Is that the sweet musical sound of cha-ching that I hear?

3. Fashion from the young and restless. The young and restless college community, that is. University of Georgia is smack dab in the center of downtown Athens. So when you walk from the East Clayton boutiques to East Broad where UGA begins, you’re sure to catch a smattering of styles as inspired by the young academia of America. Sure, fashion isn’t physics (thank goodness), but it’s definitely worth a lesson or two from those young and crazy kids.

4. The town’s favorite color of fashion is green. Sick of your wardrobe and want to make a trade for some new threads? It’s as easy as this: The season changes. Your style changes. Your closet needs a clean-out. You clean out your closet. You bring those unwanted threads to a consignment or vintage store in Athens. You choose new styles at the store, you make a swap, and everybody from you to the owner to the environment are happy.

5. Cowboy hats aren’t just for cowboys. I saw a few cowboy hats and cowboy/cowgirl boots on those down (but not so dirty) Athens’ streets. Did I really see cowboys? I don’t know. Do I care if they were really cowboys? No, I don’t. Did they look good in their southern/western inspired apparel? Yes, they did. Case closed, Sammy D cowboy style endorsed.

6. The store where everyone knows your name. Ever walk into an H&M and be greeted by a personality-less store associate who adds little flavor to your shopping experience other than to acknowledge that yes, you are in an H&M and yes, you would like to know where the $5 sales rack is please?

Not in Athens. First, there ain’t no H&M here. Second, there ain’t no way you’re walking into a store without meeting the store owner or at the very least, an employee who’s passionate about giving you a positive shopping experience free from changing room lines and Rihanna’s “Disturbia” screaming into your ears as you comb the racks.

7. Don’t cross that T and don’t dub that W. I know you shop there. Hell, I even shop there occasionally. But do I HAVE to shop there? No, I don’t. Do you? No, you don’t. And neither do Athenians — and guess what? They don’t.

Big box stores like Target and Wal-Mart exist in Georgia, but nowhere near the downtown shopping district of Athens. So instead of trucking out to the nearest strip mall for their consumerist fix, Athenians turn to local business for their fashion. Urban? H&M? Forever 21? They’re at the mall. And according to Athens, that’s exactly where they can stay.

8. Name that Store. Junkman Brother’s Daughter. Minx. Wuxtry. Helix. Dynamite. Agora. Boogie Dog. I’m not talking in tongues. I’m not making drug references. And no, this isn’t a list of name ideas for a Sammy D alter ego.

All of the above are names of stores in Athens — from new apparel to vintage to records to jewelry to cigars and collectibles — the locals seem to know the nuances of the English language well. Guess I shouldn’t challenge them to a game of Scrabble?

9. Style stories aren’t just for the movies. At locals-endorsed coffee joint Jittery Joe’s, I met this kick-ass UGA student named Parker. And Parker was wearing a kick-ass sterling silver and turquoise wrist band a friend had sent him from Tibet. Apparently, the bracelet was over a hundred years old, quite valuable, and shipped all the way over seas to Parker in Athens.

It’s the conversation (and people) behind the style that makes the fashion most memorable. Or, in this case, at least worth blogging about.

10. The “Something for Everyone” mentality. Call me out on my wax poetic if you want, but Athens is a place where you can truly be yourself with both substance and style. Wear a burlap sack in Athens and the locals would applaud you for your innovativeness. Then they’d ask how they could make their own to contribute to the burlap sack movement, or whatever this progressive, artistically-driven-musical-haven-college-town-hippie retreat-locals-born-and-raised-southern-hamlet chooses to coin it.

Note: Sammy wrote a heck-of-a-lot more about fashion in Athens. I guess it’s just the I-love-to-share mentality in her. (She’s behind our FourSquare, Twitter, and Facebook, if you didn’t sense that already). Read the expanded version of her fashion in Athens recap on her personal blog here.

Julia’s 6 1/2 tips on how to get down in Athens.

Darla, Sammy & Julia smack dab in the middle of Athens’ band Modern Skirts.

1. Go to the 40 Watt Club. Even though it’s moved from its original location and is no longer lit by just a single, 40 watt bulb (phew – as if I didn’t bump into things enough with normal lighting), the new location is THE happening spot in town for music. Cool fact? It was made from things the owners found–even the toilet—and assembled by a group of volunteers. Now THAT is the definition of supporting local music!

2. Walk around Broad Street right along the UGA campus and chat with people. If you are an introvert, fear not. The locals have so much pride in their quirky artist town that they’ll be more than happy to welcome you like a new family member, minus bright pink lipstick on your cheek. Ask them what band you should check out and you’ll be surprised how much everyone in town knows about the local music calendar.

3. Go to Normal Bar. It’s just the cat’s pajamas. Not only do they have gluten-free beer (a must-have for an allergy-fest like me), but the bar’s soundtrack is never dull and the place is packed as early as 5pm on a Wednesday. The owner is a former touring musician and you can find him there almost every day of the week. You’ll be sure to make friends with the locals over a shot (or two…or six). And girls, say hi to the handsome bartender Noel if he’s there. Although rumor has it that he’s taken, a little treat for the eyes never did any harm!

4. Play banjo somewhere. It just seems appropriate. Since I didn’t get to do this on my trip (my heart is still breaking) I’m challenging you to. Please, find a banjo, play it and send me a picture so I can live vicariously through you. Note: My email is julia@roadhugusa.com!

5. Since you’re going to be brushing shoulders with all the local rockstars, you’ve got to look the part yourself. Stop into Gigworn for a rocker t-shirt sensory overload and choose anything from a $5 shirt sporting local bands like Venice is Sinking to a $150 R.E.M. shirt from their first collection. Local musicians who shop there always get 20% off so with you supporting this business that supports the music business then you’re super supporting the music business and oh, well, you get what I’m trying to say!

6. Watch the Modern Skirts perform if they’re in town. Seriously, don’t ask questions. Just do it. I was lucky enough to catch an impromptu performance in their living room and was dancing on the kitchen floor before they even got to the first chorus. And considering we were strangers only five minutes earlier, it brings new meaning to the phrase “Dance like nobody’s watching.” And they LOVED it; responding with even more energy in their performance. See them and you and your glutes will thank me from all that booty shakin’.

6 1/2. When playing a saw, wedge it deep between your legs. And since you’ll probably have a tough time finding a saw to play I’ll only count that as half a tip.

Did we miss something in Athens? Just because we’ve already been, doesn’t mean we just might return. Drop us a suggestion on what to see and do in Athens and any other area of the country — hey, you just might see us in YOUR town!