Here's an unusual moment: watching the Mayor of a small deep-south town, who also happens to own the best bookstore around for a hundred miles, giving the key to the city to a restaurateur from California. Incidentally, is Alice Waters the most beautiful woman in America? I wouldn't bet the farm on it, but maybe a couple of gorgeous heads of baby lettuces.
Find yourself the best, crunchiest, saltiest peanuts you can get. Find yourself a glass bottle of Coca-Cola. Drop a few peanuts in the bottle. Eat a bunch of peanuts, chewing them until they're peanut butter. Wash it down with the Coke. Don't be afraid to try it for breakfast.
Professor Charles Joyner, while giving an historical interpretation on what it means for Southern food to be Creole, actually taught me about something else. While digressing to tell the crowd about an OUTLANDISH day wherein he ate barbecue three—THREE—times, I realized that there's this thing that some people do called "getting full." And that "getting full" is a reason to stop eating. Fascinating. I'll have to look into this.