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Just when we think coffee can’t get any more miraculous, here comes the coffee nap.

It sure seems like an oxymoron. How is it possible to pair up getting wide-eyed with getting shut-eye?

It works like this: In the afternoon when fatigue sets in, you drink a cup of coffee, set your alarm for 20 to 30 minutes, then doze off. That's the perfect amount of time to let the caffeine kick in. You'll wake up alert and refreshed. Science says so.

This April marks the 20th anniversary of National Poetry Month, and here at The Salt, we wanted to celebrate with a selection of the sauciest, most scrumptious verses about food.

A Birthday Wish With 'Mussel': A Daughter's Tribute

Apr 14, 2016
Courtesy Dan Saul

The “Soup’s on at the Soup Kitchen” blog began in 2010, when my then-75-year-old dad started posting recipes. To date, he’s posted over 2,700 entries. His blog is short on commentary; it’s more of a log of the recipes he has handcrafted for the soup kitchen on Whidbey Island in the Pacific Northwest, where he has volunteered for over a decade. It includes home-cooked meals he made for my Mom, family and friends; including Mom’s garden club and book group members, dinner club friends, neighbors, and his nephew’s Christmas tree farm crew. In January, Whidbey Island’s first Slow Food cooking workshop featured Dad’s Stone Soup recipe.

Welcome to the “largest literary celebration in the world,” otherwise, known as National Poetry Month. April also marks the birthday of William Shakespeare.

What does any of this have to do with food? We’re glad you asked. Read on.

Sonnet 75: So Are You to My Thoughts as Food to Life

In Good Taste: When To 'Table' Political Talk

Mar 29, 2016
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Dear Etta Kate: As if dinner conversations weren’t difficult enough, now we're in the throes of the political season. How can I deflect and deal with inappropriate remarks people make at the table? These range from merely irritating to downright inflammatory. My digestion is suffering. Please help. Sincerely, “Peas” at Any Price 

Dear Peas: The struggle is real when you want peas at the dinner table but others do not carrot all. This election year seems particularly heated, rendering what is coming off the front burner cool by comparison.

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While we suffer in the South under piles of pollen, the trees up North are behaving in a much more tasteful fashion. That’s because March is Maple Month, when the sap starts to flow.

Amy Rogers

Sometimes corporate America smiles back when you step on their toes.

Consider the case of me and the giant Kraft noodle. Back in January, I was busted at the Kraft Foods plant in Champaign, Ill., by a security guard who caught my son photographing me by the company icon. It was a privacy issue, she said, regarding the large noodle behind a company fence on a public street corner.

I know. I didn’t get it either, so I blogged about the incident on WFAEats.

Pat Conroy: A Memory

Mar 7, 2016
Amy Rogers

People were in line before the bookstore opened. Hundreds more were arriving to stand on the pavement for hours and wait their turn to enter the cozy shop jammed with easily 100 more. Pat Conroy talked and laughed and reminisced with just about everyone who came to get a book signed.

Amy Rogers / WFAEats

Nobody wants to hear food writers complain about their jobs, and rightly so. But given the recent experience of WFAEats contributor Tamra Wilson -- more about that later --  this is a good time to bust some myths about what food writers actually get to do.

Tamra Wilson

My adventures as a foodie took a wrong turn when I ran into the Kraft Macaroni & Cheese police last month.

It happened this way.

I was visiting family in Champaign, Illinois, when I spotted a pasta lover’s nirvana: a giant Kraft noodle. There it sat behind a chain link fence along Mattis Avenue: a supersized yellow macaroni fit for Tyrannosaurus Rex.

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