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When my grandparents were in graduate school at the University of Kentucky, they were—of course—homesick Texans. But they soon figured out t...

I have to admit that the first time I had horchata was not in Texas. Nope, I had it at here in my New York City neighborhood, at a local Mex...

When I was a young Texan, all the other kids teased me mercilessly at birthday parties and backyard barbecues because I liked to put mayonna...

My plan had been to write about baseball this week. But then the Astros didn’t do so well on Opening Day and I got word about an award this ...

A recent trip to the store presented me with a beautiful selection of hams, recently brought in by a local pig farmer. As I picked out the o...

“We know people will buy the book for this recipe alone,” was noted on an entry for a green-chile chowder in Seasoned with Sun , the El Paso...

I did not grow up eating capirotada. Truth be told, I had never even heard of it until a few years ago when I was at a Mexican restaurant on...

Fifteen years ago, I was on my way to the Austin airport to catch a flight to New York City when the friend I’d be staying with called and s...