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“Austin is long on music, migas and markets”—Molly Ivins If you’ve ever had breakfast in Austin, chances are you’ve had a plate of migas. Th...

What would you say if I told you that you could barbecue shrimp on your stove in about five minutes. That’s right, you’d probably laugh and ...

I used to date a guy who grew up in New Orleans; consequently, he was obsessed with gumbo. Making roux was his biggest passion and he would ...

If I share a secret with you, do you promise not to laugh? I like Velveeta. I know, I know—that stuff isn’t even a proper dairy product. Ins...

It’s crawfish season (or crawdad, as we used to say in Texas when I was growing up), and nothing beats having a group of people over for a b...

People deal with grief in different ways. Me? I eat. These past two weeks, I’ve gone through countless casseroles, half a ham, pints of home...

I made an unexpected trip to Texas last week: it was to attend my grandfather’s funeral. And while words can’t express my sadness, I know th...

I looked out the window today and saw that it was raining—a good sign as grey skies, umbrellas and brightly-colored slickers mean one thing:...