Readers of our family blog may remember this picture.

We did a short piece on one of the many joys that John T. Edge has brought to our lives, Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka. We were enamored of the vodka, and we were enamored of our new puppy, so we thought it would be cute to pose Fluffy with the bottle as if he were about to imbibe.

Sadly, we had no idea just how impressionable a young pup can be. Today, we learned a hard lesson about puppies hitting the sauce.

Angela’s father picked Patric up from school. When they got to the house, they saw right away that we hadn’t put Fluffy away properly when we left for the day. They could see him through the glass front door. Only when they got to the door did the entire sad scene unfold. Fluffy was lying there, looking eagerly up at them while between his paws he cradled our bottle of Jack Daniels.

The bottle was undamaged, save for a few teethmarks on the lid. Clearly he had tried for some of that sweet nectar before finally deciding to wait for the folks with the opposable thumbs. His hopes were dashed however; as, instead of intervening on his behalf with the bottle top, we chose to intervene with him and the bottle.

Trust us, Fluffy. We’re doing this because we love you. Not because we love our Jack Daniels too much to share.

This evening, Angela and Patric went out to the country to visit her parents while I stayed home to watch the “sporting event of great popular interest”. Halfway there, they stopped for snacks and gas. They got back in the car and were about to set off when they heard a noise.

“Mnrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

Angela checked her cell phone. It wasn’t hers.

“Mnrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

Angela asked Patric if it was his. No, it wasn’t his.

“Mnrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

After a moment of looking around the car, they looked toward the field behind the store. There, standing about rather nonchalantly, were a number of cows.

“Mnrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

Angela thinks she may have been spending just a bit too much time with technology lately. She may be right, but I’m not worried about it. After all, we have a new blog to tend to. In fact, I am working on a new feature now — something to greet new visitors to the blog.

“Mnrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

Please come visit us at our new site, From the Southern Table. The new site is a showcase for our more professional writing efforts. There you can find some of our published works along with places where we have been sources in stories.

We will have a blog there of our more serious writing and more in-depth reporting. We will continue to blog here as well with local food news plus our general silliness.

We hope to see you there soon.

The best radio station in Memphis since, perhaps, the Redbeard days of Rock 103 has returned to the airwaves. Yes, 96 oink 1, The Pig is squealing again.

This is the radio station that Memphis desperately needs, one that plays an eclectic mix of excellent music. There is the harmony of John Prine and Iris DeMent, the tranquil melodies of Led Zeppelin, and the contented musings of Tracy Chapman.

Yeah, those may not be the best descriptions, but then again, this is the radio station that makes “ham-handed segue” a good thing. Take, for instance, the recent fade from The Eagles’ Seven Bridges Road to The Clash and London Calling. It sounds strange, but it was beautiful.

Of course, radio is a business. There have to be commercials to pay for the music. The Pig even gets that right. The first ad I heard on the reborn Pig was a welcome back message from Central Barbecue. Pig-a-licious.

I’m Angela Knipple, and I will be your host today. If you’ve found this site, you’re already aware that my husband Paul and I enjoy writing about, eating, and sharing great food. On this blog, we’ll introduce you to some of the wonderful people and places that we encounter on our journey to attempt to become professional food writers.

You’ll be able to read posts from each of us, and we’ll talk about what it’s like to write and cook as a team and as individuals. You’ll learn why two technical professionals have decided to embark on this mission and how we balance that with our day jobs. You’ll also get to hear about the trials and tribulations of a fourteen-year-old recipe tester.

We hope you enjoy the ride as much as we do, and we hope to have a long trip ahead of us.

By the way, in case you were curious, the K is not silent. It’s a very important K.