This past July, the Post-Tribune wrote an article about Bogie's Restaurant Bar celebrating its first anniversary.

The fireplace is crackling, presents have been opened and dinner was divine. But what's for dessert?

The time-honored combination of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich is the culinary prototype for pure, wholesome Americana. We remember it well and we smile at the image. As a wholesome school lunch or a cozy supper at Grandma's house, it never failed to satisfy.

Ah, the holidays. A time of giving and of course, receiving.
Curious to know why we leave cookies for Santa or why gingerbread is the iconic holiday cookie?

Read on.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do, but what if they're serving chicken gumbo?
A: You are absolutely right that raw eggs are not recommended today.

Commercially prepared, pasteurized eggnog is one way of serving eggnog safely. Below is a recipe you can make at home that does cook the egg mixture properly that you can use.
You've probably heard the phrase, "You can't git there from here!

" Well, it's almost true for Gentleman Tom's Hideaway in either Kersey or DeMotte. Some info says Kersey and some says DeMotte. The carryout menu doesn't even list an address.

They figure, if you have a menu, you know where it is.
I'm not ashamed to admit that my holiday wish list consists of stacks of cooking catalogs. There they sit, the pages dog-eared and highlighted in colors according to degree of "must-haveness.

" Williams-Sonoma. Dean DeLuca. The Baker's Catalogue.

Sur La Table. I don't want clothing, and jewelry has no charm. I want nothing but to eat, drink and be merry.

If you're reading this story, there's probably a foodie on your shopping list, or perhaps you are the foodie. In either case, if you're searching for a gift with good "taste," take a look at my list of recommendations. I'm a foodie, and this is what I want for
At this time of year, the weather is bleak, cold and uninviting.

All signs of life have fled with the last of the fallen foliage. Green is only a fleeting memory of summer's peak, and the earthy tones of browns and golds envelop our sight.
When Charles Galletta discovered he had type II diabetes in 1997, he was devastated.