From the Office and Backyard to the Road, Boat, or Plane–Backstories and
Side Stories While on Assignment. Updates on Personal Projects, Too.

Sloshed far down Canal Street in the torrents on Thursday. Cold and wet, feet soaked through, umbrellas blown backwards, we met for the deep bowl of soba noodles in a smoky fish flake broth, the cleaver-chopped roast duck with crisped caramel skin, the hot fried flatbread torn into pieces to dip in curry sauce, the bright green mound of shrimp paste-coated okra.

While the rain poured on slanting sidewalks and streamed on plate glass storefronts, we breathed coconut, lemongrass and curry. We talked and ate through our table’s line-up of steaming plates, filled our tiny cups with tea.

lady finger belacan, Overseas Taste

In NYC last week, I had the chance to eat twice at Overseas Taste (also known as “Oversea Asian”) at 49 Canal St., first with art director Tim Sutton and editor/writer Dave Bry. Tim and Dave knew exactly what to order.

PFE’s photo is of the tender okra dish ordered on both visits, Lady Finger Belacan.

– Sandy Lang, June 2009

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Food, Travel

Water Born, Garden & Gun Nov. 2008

This is so cool… an article I wrote last year for Garden & Gun was read by a filmmaker who says he was inspired to create a short film.

On Friday I had the chance to talk with Tim Sutton, who’s an art director with Getty Images and a good friend of G&G editor Sid Evans. Tim’s five-minute “Cypress” shows a visit with Aaron Wells, who lives near the Suwannee River and builds kayaks and canoes out of narrow strips of cypress. The film takes me right back to Aaron’s workshop, to the North Florida blackwater scenery. It was shot and edited by cinematographer Chris Dapkins, with music by Moondog.

You can see “Cypress” here, on the Garden & Gun website.

Besides his work with Getty, Tim has directed music videos for The Raconteurs, Brendan Benson, Sam Prekop, and The Sea and Cake. I love this one for The Sea and Cake’s, “Weekend.”

– Sandy Lang, June 2009

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Art, Craft, In print/published

barbecue road trip Garden & Gun

The open-spoke steering wheel is as wide as a bicycle wheel in my hands, and I’m cruising – floating almost – on two-lane asphalt in a tar-black Chevrolet, passing pine tree rows, tobacco barns, railroad crossings. Pulling up in a bare-ground parking lot, I see the woodpiles, the smoke rising, and I walk inside, smelling the fire…

Photographer Peter Frank Edwards and I set out this spring to find old-school barbecue parlors in eastern North Carolina. He shot film and Polaroids along the way, and somewhere east of Greenville, we found the great old Chevy. The story is in the latest Garden & Gun issue, which is just off the press and set to be mailed out this month.

There are more images in print and the entire piece is online at Garden & Gun.

Garden & Gun June 2009 cover

– Sandy Lang, June 2009

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Food, In print/published, Travel

05.30

2009

Guerrilla Bite

Back on the covert dining beat, I wrote this Quick Bite feature for the May 2009 Charleston Magazine, the arts issue with the Shepard Fairey cover. I’m a fan of street art and underground supper clubs, so it was a great fit.

Shepard Fairey cover, Guerrilla Cuisine

A year ago this month, the e-mail arrived on a Saturday night with details about where to be the next evening, at 6:00 sharp. Directions were a bit cryptic, mentioning a street address “a few doors down from a favorite local meeting spot… the Wild Wild Joker. Bring yourself, a sense of adventure, and don’t forget to BYOB.“

The message was sent only to the 40 or so people going to another sold-out Guerilla Cuisine dinner, part food exploration, part art show. Begun in the fall of 2007, the underground dining group’s founder is a local 30-something known as “jimihatt” who’s worked in kitchens from Med Deli (the 1990s version) to McCrady’s. He and fellow chefs, mostly from Charleston restaurants, do the cooking for the clandestine, monthly dinner. And like a party or a rave, each meal is different, some better than others.

Walking up on the steamy May night to the Heriot Street address, guests could see crawfish being skewered onto sticks, prep cooks firing up grills on a line of tables outside. That dinner was held in a warehouse of glowing light and long tables, with art lining the walls… most of it by local artists, and for sale. There was a deejay playing house mixes, wait-staff in black-and-white costumes and face paint, and a drummer from Ghana. Guests chose their places at the snaking tables, and course-by-course the meal was served… mako shark and venison chops, roasted quail with a quail egg cooked inside, buffalo carpaccio with onion, and the fire-grilled crawfish. The 20-something to early 40-something crowd tasted, talked, and shared their wine.

A few months later, at another Guerrilla Cuisine dinner, guests sat on the floor of an otherwise empty, mid-century house off of Highway 17 South in West Ashley. Boxy, foot-high “tables” held the place settings that night, when every meal course featured hot peppers. It was all part of Guerrilla Cuisine’s nod to cooking what’s local and in-season.

The mystery and momentum of changing chefs, locations and art continues. Potential guests can sign up anytime for e-mail updates, www.guerrillacuisine.com.

Guerrilla logo

– Sandy Lang, May 2009

Mr. Biggerstaff

His business cards read, “Honey is my hobby,” and 72-year-old Robert Biggerstaff isn’t kidding. Since 1967 he’s been building bee boxes, tending hives and collecting honey – all under the oak trees in his sideyard that backs up to a tidal creek off the Stono River on Johns Island.

“The Bee Man,” just published with images by Josh Zoodsma, is one of several pieces I wrote for the 2009 issue of 5757 Palm, now in print. Click here for an earlier post about Mr. Biggerstaff and his bees.

– Sandy Lang, May 2009

05.01

2009

Rainforest flights

St. Kitts, Mount Liamuiga

“Take your hands off the grips, lean back and fly,” the Kittitian guide, Kenny, told me. I was working in St. Kitts earlier this week, and tried out the zipline course that’s just opened in the jungle above the ruins of a centuries-old sugar cane factory. A Land Rover took us up to the top of the mountain, and the cables zig and zag to bring you back down to the base. From the second line, the view was all wide Atlantic, with the treetops and the Wingfield River’s bed below. St. Kitts is an island of green vervet monkeys and mango trees, of batik making, cricket tournaments, and of plates of whole pan-fried hine fish served with plantains, rice and peas. Oh, and the 18 mile-long island makes sugar cane rum and three of its own beers, Carib, Skol and Stag (advertised as “a man’s beer”).

In the clouds is Mount Liamuiga, which at 3,792 feet is the tallest peak – otherwise known as Mt. Misery.  (Images by PFE.)

– Sandy Lang, May 2009

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Travel, Wild animals and places

River Road, P.M. King’s Gro.

Down on Wadmalaw Island where the road splits to go either to Rockville or Cherry Point, Simon Black had the BBQ drum cooker going hot with some split oak – he adds pecan or hickory wood when he has it. On the grill were a couple of nice-sized pork ribs and shoulders, a line of whole chickens.

His wife, Rachel, had finished wrapping up a dozen or so sandwiches – pimento cheese and shrimp salad – and lined them up in the cold case inside, next to the sausage links and bacon. She gets the shrimp from the boats right down the road at Cherry Point then boils, shells, chops, and makes the salad on soft bread with big gobs of shrimp. (Rachel’s great-grandfather built this island grocery, opened in the late 1940s.) By 11 or so, when the meat was smoked and ready, Simon wrote the day’s specials on a board – $10 plates of ribs with homemade slaw, baked beans and french fries or potato salad; or $8 for the BBQ chicken plate. Pulled pork sandwiches would be $5.

Cars started to pull in. A couple guys got a bag of single beers to go, two Ice House and two Ballentine. A woman with a toddler in a pink t-shirt ordered four hot dogs. And a boat captain came in for “his usual” to take out on the water – a ham and cheese sandwich, bottled water, and a pack of sweet cigars. “I’ll try the grape ones today,” he said, pointing to the boxes behind the register. By then, the first rib plates were ready…

P.M. King’s Gro.

– Sandy Lang, April 2009 (images by PFE)

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Food, Lowcountry S.C./Charleston

barbecue road trip

Just back tonight from a three-day road trip in eastern North Carolina… have some mementos. The color shot is one I took with my old Polaroid camera while the wind was making the whirligigs at Vollis Simpson’s place whir and clang into quite a racket up in the pine trees. It’s like watching an open-air kaleidoscope. I had the honor of meeting Mr. Stephen and Ms. Gerrie Grady at Grady’s Bar-B-Q and taste the most tender and delicious black-eyed peas on earth.  Peter Frank Edwards shot the 4X5 black and white Polaroid of me with the old Chevrolet we came across on Highway 264. I kept peeking in the cracked driver’s window at the soft leather bench seats, the open-spoked steering wheel that was wide as bicycle wheel. That’s the one I wished we were driving.

One more whirligig…

whirligig

– Sandy Lang, April 2009

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Food, Travel

G&G cover, April 2009, Supper Clubs

The rabbit – from the ranch of a Frenchman-turned-Texan named Sebastian – was fried in just-rendered pork fat. “That’s better than any vegetable oil,” said Jesse Griffiths, who’d rounded up ingredients and was doing most of the cooking that night.  His plates of creamed kale and of fried rabbit were going fast – passed from person to person down one long table set in a Texan pecan grove.

It was a sultry evening on a four-acre urban farm in Austin, Texas where 43 people sat at mismatched chairs for a family-style dinner of eight courses in the lamplight. An old door turned over on sawhorses was the prep table, and Griffiths cooked mostly at a table-height iron grill with a bottom tray that – by consensus of several supper guests – was once a feed trough.  (“Probably was,” said Griffiths, who recalled paying $50 for it, and claims it’s the best grill he’s ever had.)  The fryer – a large cooking pot over a portable propane flame – was behind him. And the whole set-up was under the porch roof of a farm shed. He’d been cooking like that for hours, handing plates as soon as they were ready to his small crew, including his wife, Tamara, who wore an embroidered summer dress, her brown hair in pigtails. A few yards from the long table, he cooked up pan-fried red peppers as big and sweet as strawberries, home-made jalapeno sausages, and smoky Gulf shrimp wrapped in grilled allspice leaves – all of Texas ingredients.

This was a food-loving crowd, and they were eating it up…

That’s the opening couple of paragraphs of my story in the new issue of Garden & Gun. (Actually, the print version is slightly edited… check out a PDF of the G&G layout by clicking below.) The feature is about one hell of a delicious night in Austin, and other stories of new supper clubs in the South, some public and some semi-secret… including Dai Due and Supper Underground in Austin, the Four Coursemen in Athens, and Guerrilla Cuisine in Charleston. Thank you to everyone for the great interviews… would love to cook and eat with any of you, anytime.

SupperClubsGarden&GunApril-May2009

– Sandy Lang, April 2009

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Food, In print/published

Delta SKY April 2009

A couple weeks ago I began an assignment to write a batch of articles for a summer issue of Delta Sky magazine. The in-flight magazine has just gotten a fresh re-design, and the editors sent over a copy of the April issue, thought I’d share the cover. I’ll post more on my articles soon…

– Sandy Lang, April 2009

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Travel

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