Critiques, cravings and conundrums from the Madison food and dining scene
Small DishesFebruary 2012
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02/05/12The Cafeteria
I realize nowadays that the mere mention of the word cafeteria horrifies most food lovers. It conjures up images from grade school of compartmentalized plastic trays, cream-style corn and dour women in hairnets. But growing up in the South, my memory is a fond one. It was my aunt and grandmother’s dining-out option of choice. Mine, too. Expected were crispy fried chicken, soulful ham hocks and greens, golden cornbread and more desserts than an eight-year-old could fantasize about. Best of all, everything was made from scratch, ready to eat and at a thrifty price. It wasn’t without service, either. After reaching the end of the line and settling the tab with the cashier—someone inevitably who looked like Lily Tomlin’s... Posted at 07:51 AM | Permalink | Comments: 0 |
I found my interest in writing by accident. My training and first job was as a graphic designer. Unemployed, the only employment I could find in advertising at that time was as a copywriter. Somehow, I convinced Richard Newman & Associates to hire me. Later I learned they were desperate. Madison has been my home off and on since 1957 (nonstop for the past 31 years). I write about food, which I love. – Dan Curd
