I've had 5 gallons of unaged Texas Rye Whiskey in the bottles for several years. I finally got a beautiful oak cask from The Barrel Mill to start maturing the whiskey in charred oak. Five gallons will age rather quickly so I'll be doing a tasting every month to see...
I was somewhere in the middle of a three-month motorcycle ride when I met him. I'd been living on a BMW GSA 1200 and had traveled from Austin, Texas, to the West Coast, all through Northern California, Oregon, Nevada, Arizona, and Utah, and was heading east in Wyoming...
The festival was great, and I’ll get to that. But first, The Chefs. Here’s the story. My somewhat recent and never-before-actually-met friend Hunter Boon had invited me to meet him in Atlanta and drive the four hours up to Townsend, Tennessee, to spend the weekend in...
Cigars are funny things to me. I can have two in a day or not think about smoking for a month or two. But when the company is right, the place and time is right, a good cigar is a superlative addition to a conversation. A bit like a good whisky. Which is why they get...
The desert is West Texas—the US part of the Chihuahuan Desert. There are vast plains of scrub, cactus and tough critters. Everything has fangs or spines or pointy, venomous defenses. There is little water and there are mountains. Mountains and mountains and more...
I’m not sure where this crazy obsession with Citroens came from. Maybe it was a vague memory from my first trip to Europe back in the early 80’s. I was a skinny 20 year old college brat hitchhiking around Europe with a backpack. I slept on trains and stayed in the...