Recently my family traveled back to my hometown to see my nephew’s graduation. My mom lives on a long dirt road outside of town. While there, her neighbor across the road brought her two dozen eggs. It turns out this is a fairly regular event since she still had some eggs left from his previous visit. So we ended up with the eggs. And what happens when a food photographer has way too many eggs? He shoots them, of course.
Author: Kevin
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To dress or not to dress.
People have different opinions about how they like their beer. But I’m not talking about the taste; I’m talking about the way it looks.
I know people who prefer to have a soft, gradient highlight on their bottles. A few others prefer a nice hard highlight. Then there are the beer bottles that are fully dressed with ice and water droplets. It gives the beer that ice-cold look. Me? I think there are good things about all of them. I used to like a softer highlight, but lately, I love that sharp highlight. It looks so crisp and clean. And there is nothing quite as nice as a beer bottle dressed with ice and water droplets. But my favorite is when the shoot is over, and I can pop one open. Santé!
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Granny’s Cornbread
Another one of my favorites is cornbread. I remember Granny would dip one into a tall glass of buttermilk. I personally never tried it but she loved it.
- 1 egg
- 2/3 cup Milk
- 1/2 cup Flour
- Cornmeal (not self-rising)
- 2 level teaspoons baking powder
- 1 teaspoon sugar
- Pinch of salt
Mix all ingredients together and add enough cornmeal to thicken. Put grease in an iron skillet and get hot; pour cornbread mixture into skillet. Bake at 500 degrees until golden brown on top.
Granny gave this recipe to Freda Wilkerson so that everyone could make cornbread like hers.
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Granny’s Fried Pies
Before my Granny passed away, she wanted to leave all her recipes behind so the next generations of kids could cook them for their kids. My Aunt helped type them up, photocopied them, and bound them with two little rings. They then wrapped them up for everyone at Christmas. As a little personal project, I’ve decided to cook up a few of my favorites and photography. Here is the first of them, fried pies.
- 1 1/2 cups Buttermilk
- 3 cups Self-Rising Flour
- 3 cups dried fruit (peaches, apricots, and apples are best)
- Lard or Shortening
- Water
Mix the buttermilk and flour to get a dry dough. Cook the dried fruit in a little water until tender. Sweeten to taste. Drain and mash them. Squeeze out a ball of dough “a little bigger than a hen egg”, or about the size of a golfball. Roll it with a rolling pin on a floured surface until a bit thicker than an average pie crust, (about 1/16th inch thick). For faster results use two canned biscuits per pie. Dab a tablespoonful of fruit filling on the dough. Dampen the dough edges and fold over, using a fork to press the seam closed. In a large, iron skillet, melt the lard or shortening on medium heat until you get an inch to an inch and a half of bubbling liquid. Place two or three pies in the skillet only for a few seconds before turning with a spatula. Handle gently so as not to break the dough. After a few more seconds remove and drain on a paper towel. Makes 12 to 15 pies.
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Thanksgiving Pies
I’ve always believed that people who cook can be separated into two different groups, chefs or bakers. I enjoy cooking and grilling but when it comes down to it, I’m a baker and I think that is something that runs on my Mom’s side of the family. Most years we go to my hometown for Thanksgiving and my mom makes two to four pies. But this 2020 and nothing is normal. It was the year of staying at home, so we had Thanksgiving at our house which meant I was making the pies this year.
There are a few things I enjoy about baking. I enjoy following recipes and making sure I use the exact amounts that are called for in the recipe. I hate the phrase “a pinch of salt.” I also enjoy making my own crust. When I make crusts from scratch, I feel like I have a connection to my grandmothers. There wasn’t remade crust back then. I can remember sitting in my Granny’s kitchen while she was baking. She would make take the leftover crust and make little mini pies for us.
The recipe I used for my crust came from the Food Network. It makes a wonderful crust but the real reason I like it is you make it in the food processor. Just because I’m making it from scratch doesn’t mean I like to do it the hard way. I tried that, cutting in the butter with that weird knife thing, no thank you.
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It’s in the books.
The first race is done. Months of training. Months of worrying. Months of wondering. Done in just 1:59:58.
I finished like I thought I would, in last place. But I did finish. Within the first half-mile, before the race really started, I threw a chain. And there went, everyone. The wheel truck tried to get me back in it for a little bit, but it was too late. I happen warmed up enough either so I didn’t have the legs to chase the pack down.
But I stuck it out. Didn’t get lapped. And I finished before the Cat 1,2, and 3 guys got started. So it was the most successful failure I’ve had in a while.
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First Race.
My first race is 2 hours away. I have no idea what to expect. It’s a training race so I think it will be pretty laid back. At least that’s my hope. Right now I just want to get it done and behind me.
Kate’s great. She’s making a big deal about it. Hopefully, she won’t be disappointed.
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Two weeks away
My first race is only two weeks away and I’m getting nervous. I’ve been training hard. I really like the Sufferfest training program. I feel like I’ve made progress but it’s hard to tell since I haven’t ridden with other riders yet. I’m not really worried about losing, I’m more worried about crashing into someone else. I’m also worried about looking bad and not finishing.
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First Race
I’ve registered for my first official race. The Frozen Waffle Road Race in Springfield, MO. I’m very nervous. I need to think of it as just another group ride. And I have to remember that Cat 5 is not about winning, it’s about learning to race. And it’s just a training race so there shouldn’t be that focused on winning. Looks like there aren’t even any prizes. I just need to get some of my 10 mass starts finishes done. Well, at least I’ll get to visit Springfield and eat some Imo’s pizza.
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Let the suffering begin.
To begin my journey into racing, I need to get better, a lot better. I was wondering how I was going to do that. I’ve been riding on my own for 2-3 years now. I’ve seen gradual improvements. I’ve gone from averaging 12 mph to 15 mph. Last year I began cycling with a beginning group and I able to hang at a pace of 16-17 mph. But to race, I feel the need for some coaching. An actual plan.

