When I look back across my life, the one constant, the one thing that stands out as a common thread is pretty simple. Whether through purpose or design or simply accident and chance, I can truthfully say without any hesitation…my life has not been boring, and it has been quite a ride.

I was born into a family with deep roots. I was born in Texas. I had grandparents that lived and worked on a ranch, and that ranch was very much a part of my childhood. I have traveled and lived from one end of this great country to the other. From the Atlantic to the Pacific and many places in between. Like all people I have had my ups and downs and my victories and failures. I have had fun and I do not regret one single moment and would do it all over again. It ain’t always been pretty, but it is mine….these are my stories!



Like all children growing up, Fridays were a day of celebration and of anticipation of adventures to come.It signaled the end of the week.  School was out for two glorious days and that meant freedom for a boy.There could be a visit to the ranch or even to Rankin.  If we were staying at home it still meant Saturday morning cartoons,endless hours on my bike exploring the neighborhood and pushing my boundaries.Meeting up with friends and beginning the elaborate planning of some game that we would invent as we went along or getting a pickup game of baseball in a empty field or simply laying in the grass staring at the sky could take up some serious time.  Friday also meant Friday night,and that meant in most cases either a special meal at home, like taco night or burger night or pizza night.  Taco night would be a big skillet of taco meat set in the middle of the table with all the fixings set around it and we would all just dig in and make our tacos just the way you liked them.  Burger night was like taco night only with a big plate of burger patties that was done outside on the grill, and we would make our own burgers with all the condiments on the table…just as a side note we never had hamburger buns,we always had our burgers on bread,which is still how I like them today. Pizza night was a family affair – mamma would make the dough and then we would all put what we liked on it (mine was and still is today hamburger and onions with cheese). If we were not having a special dinner at home, Friday nights meant going out to dinner to one of our favorite restaurants like Pancho’s or The Pancake parlor. Friday nights also meant Nightmare Theater on Channel 11.  It showed old scary movies and was hosted by the guy who played Icky Twerp on Slam bang Theater.  Friday’s have changed a lot since those days. I became a cook and worked on almost every weekend there was and mostly at night.  Weekends became just another day, which is why I have so much respect and camaraderie with service workers, because they are usually working when everyone else is off. and having fun.  It is fun though to remember those days and how excited you were when Friday got here and unknown adventures laid ahead.  What are your Friday memories?


Sunday Breakfast

  For those of y’all that follow the Texas Chef, you know that I often speak of Sunday breakfast, and of how it was a special meal. Well, it was…it was something that we all looked forward to and it did not matter if it was at home in Fort Worth or if it was at the ranch, Sunday breakfast was a special time and many memories were built around it. Even sometimes on the rare occasion when we were not home on Sunday mornings, my family would seek out a restaurant and have a big Sunday breakfast the same as if we were in our own kitchen.

Sunday breakfast was a tradition that was passed down in my family, that reinforced what food and meals were really for. Sure, it was nourishment and you had to eat to live…but, food for us, and meals were more than that, it was what we shared and what brought us together, both in the good times and the bad times. For as far back as I can remember, food was the thread that wove through us and made for some memories that I still cherish to this day.

Sunday breakfast was the meal where the good food came out…lol…During the week, there was so much going on with school and work, that there was no time to waste, but…on Sunday mornings you could take your time and linger. Many a talk we had around the Sunday morning breakfast table…and…like I said, that is when the good food came out. Sundays were times for pancakes, western omelets, waffles or mama’s blueberry crumb coffee cake. I especially liked Sunday breakfast when I was at the ranch, because I could look forward to the real deal…steak and eggs. Grandma would cut steaks off of a roast and pound them out and dust them in seasoned flour and then fry them in her cast iron skillet. They would come out so tender and so tasty…you could literally cut them with a fork…add her famous home fries and a couple of fried eggs fried in bacon grease…now that is a memory worth holding on to…lol…

I hope each and every one of you create your own memories and start a Sunday morning tradition. It does not have to be big or extravagant, what is really about is sharing and being with one another…lets eat.


Down Home Texas

The “Down Home Texas Tour”, has been an amazing experience for me this year, and has provided me with the opportunity to do what I love to do…and that is travel around Texas.

The tour kicked off in February in Andrews, Texas, and has continued through to the present day, and I have been having a blast. I have traveled to San Angelo, Presidio, Ft Davis and Van Horn. I had stops in Alpine, Brady, Lamesa and Kerrville. I went to Fredericksburg, Waco, Ft Worth and Weatherford. I visited San Antonio, Llano, Bandera, Dublin, Ft Stockton and Big Spring. When it all is said and done, I visited over 30 towns this year and I have met scores of the nicest people that there could possibly be. I have been sung to, I have been given birthday presents, I have been invited to people’s homes and to family events and the hospitality that I have been shown has been indescribable.

Of course, it has not been without a few glitches and moments to remember. In Victoria, Texas the event was cancelled at the last moment because of the venue not being ready and HEB stepped in just in time on the day of and saved the day. There was the blown tire on my way to Marfa – I had to cancel and reschedule (and by the way, I will see you Marfa in a couple of weeks). My car overheated on the way to Grandbury and that event had to be rescheduled. The rain storm on the way to San Antonio that was so intense I had to pull over and stop because I literally could not see the road. I have spotted Javalina hogs, Porcupine and Deer. I have come to a dead stop in deep West Texas to let a herd of wild goats cross the road and I have been stopped 4 times by the State Patrol.

The greatest thing that has happened to me though, is meeting and making so many new friends and having the opportunity to meet fans and visit with some really, really nice people…and, it ain’t over yet. In the weeks to come I will be in Snyder, Coleman, Grandbury and Marfa and will be making a return visit to Andrews where it all started…and…we are still adding dates.

I want to thank and give a great big shout out to all the folks and businesses that have contributed to the tour. The Bandera general Store and Glen and his wife have hosted me on three separate occasions and it is a great place. Porter’s Market, who sponsored the tour the whole month of April. If you have the opportunity to visit a Porter’s store I highly recommend it. Fat Boys BBQ in Brady, Texas…try their Quail Poppers. McCall’s and Judy in Lamesa Texas who fed me cookies and I had a wonderful time. The Dublin Bottling Works in Dublin, Texas. The Farmers Market in Weatherford. Lowe’s Super market in Big Lake and Ft Stockton and of course to HEB that bailed out the event in Victoria.

It has truly been an amazing time and I am looking forward to the rest of what is yet to come and to all the adventures that are still waiting to be had…I hope to see each and every one of y’all down the road.


It’s Never Too Late to Learn to Salsa

fresh-salsa-ingredientsOne of the great things about growing up, and living in Texas, is salsa. I have been eating salsa for as long as I can remember, as a matter of fact, I cannot remember not eating salsa. I bet I was in diapers, sitting in someone’s lap, when whoever it was dipped a little piece of a chip in the salsa and brushed it against my lips. Whoever that might have been, I would like to thank them right now. I love salsa, and I love it in all its glorious forms. As far as I am concerned, next to Guacamole and BBQ, it is just probably one of the greatest food inventions ever. Think about it. It is a dip, it is a condiment, It is cheap to make and it is easy to make, it can be used as an ingredient in in so many recipes, it can be turned into a soup and a sauce…and…on top of all of that, it is just so tasty. I mean really, who does not like salsa.

Now in Texas, there are two schools of thought on salsa…traditional or smooth, and chunky, which happens to be my favorite. The really only difference between the two, is how they are finished. Now, don’t get me wrong. I will most definitely never turn down smooth salsa, as a matter of fact, I will not turn down salsa at all, for any reason. Chunky is just my preference.

Salsa means sauce in Spanish, and that pretty much describes exactly what it is, that can be deceiving sometimes though because the word sauce in Spanish can mean a lot of different things. Pico De Gallo is actually a salsa most commonly known as Salsa Fresca, though most folks would not consider it a sauce. There are as many ways to make salsa as there are chips to dip it in. The traditional red tomato-based salsa is what most people are familiar with, but it can be made with beans, corn, fruit…you name it, and it has probably been done. It is a simple food and very tasty, and never under any circumstances should you buy it. The best salsa is fresh and homemade…it is very easy to make and almost impossible to mess up…so dive in and learn to Salsa, you will never regret it.

watermelon-squaresWATERMELON SALSA

2 12/ cups diced watermelon

1 jalapeno stemmed seeded and diced

3 Tbsp. diced red bell pepper

2 Tbsp. diced green bell pepper

3 Tbsp. diced red onion

Juice of 1 lime

3 Tbsp. chopped cilantro

Salt and pepper to taste
Combine all ingredients in a large bowl and mix to completely and refrigerate.

How Did All This Happen…The Ranch

I was born in Midland Texas in 1953.  I was raised for the most part in Fort Worth, which is in north Texas.  My grandparents worked and lived on a large working Texas cattle ranch outside of Fort Worth, called The Little Hoss Ranch.  My grandfather was the ranch manager and for as far back as I can remember the ranch was a part of my life, and a big one.  It was my families gathering place,and to this day when I think of a childhood home, I think of the ranch.  It was a special place.  I am sure that I look at it now after all these years with a certain amount of nostalgia and maybe a little bit of myth making, but it was a very real place and it was a great place to grow up.  I had many adventures there and learned a great deal about life.  I learned of birth and death and loss and hope.  I learned how to ride a horse, herd cattle, hoe a garden and to drive a stick shift.  I learned how to shoot a rifle and milk a cow and to tell the truth.  Life was simple, straight to the point and uncomplicated…and I loved it.

Life on the ranch moved in seasons. Winters were the calving season and feeding season.  Every morning regardless of weather,you were up before dawn to load trucks with hay and feed,and then the routine of driving through the pastures,opening and closing gates and doling out hay and feed pellets off of the back of the truck to the hungry cattle.  If it were really cold and it frequently was,you might have to chop ice off of the tanks so the cattle could get water.  When I was little the majority of all I did was was ride in the truck and open and close gates, but as I got older I would take my turn on the back of the truck. Spring and summer were the times of maintenance and plowing, seeding,cutting,wind rowing and bailing and putting up hay to get ready for winter.  Fall was selling season and big semi trucks would come and go to take cattle to market.  Now, I know this is just sort of a quick overview, add in all the other stuff like repairing fences and moving cattle and spraying mesquite and doctoring the cattle and deer hunting and fishing and cook outs and varmint hunting and picnics and fishing…well…you can see that it was a full life.

To go along with all of this was the food.  Meals and food were more than just nourishment for the body, it was nourishment for the soul.  Hardy breakfasts and lunches, Sunday breakfasts and Sunday dinners,watermelon on the carport, fish fries by the tank, birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter, BBQ’s, pot lucks and dinners at the church. We used food to celebrate and to mourn and to bring us together as a family.  Whether it was something as simple as popping some popcorn at night for a late snack or driving into town to eat out,each was equally important.  Grandma was an incredible cook that could create a meal or a cake or a loaf of bread as easily as if there were no effort at all.  Everything was fresh.  Fresh milk,eggs from the chicken house,fresh vegetables from the garden.  There were two freezers on the ranch that were full of beef, pork and deer meat and goat.  During the hunting seasons,there would be squirrel, dove, quail and also rabbit that were abundant and everywhere.

I guess this is where it all started for me, who could have ever known…the story continues


How Did All This Happen…Fort Worth


I already told y’all, that I was raised in Ft Worth. How lucky could I have possibly been. I love Fort Worth and to this day consider it my second hometown. I was raised by a single mother and we lived in several places around Fort Worth. My most vivid memory was of a house that we lived in by Bluebonnet circle, and I went to Bluebonnet Elementary. I think I might have been in the second grade. I walked back and forth to school and we had a bulldog named Lady. I was a cub scout, and I was also a member of the Panther Boys Club. Life in Fort Worth was great. We would go to Forrest Park and have picnics and ride the little train. There used to be a little amusement park there with rides and games, but it is not there anymore. The Fort Worth Zoo was an incredible place and we would go often. At Christmas time the city skyline would be outlined in lights, they keep them on all year round now. Heritage Hall was in downtown; it was a museum that had these dioramas of ancient life in Texas. The circus would come to town every year and we would all go to The Will Rodgers Coliseum to see the circus. I use to have a picture autographed by Emmitt Kelly, who was a famous clown. Of course another yearly event was the Texas Fat Stock Show and Rodeo, and we went every year a couple of times. Every Monday night at the Northside Coliseum would be wrestling. We would go fishing out at Benbrook lake and go wading at the dam.

Of course it was a different time than it is now. We walked everywhere or road our bikes and in most cases you knew everyone on your street. We drank from the hose, took shortcuts by cutting through people’s backyards, toilet papered houses on Halloween and had Block Parties, which I thought was amazing. They do not do Block Parties anymore, but I loved them. If you do not know what a block party is, it is when the whole block gets together and has a party outside and in the street, they were incredible. All the adults would sit in lawn chairs up and down the street and the kids would play. everyone sat  out tables of food and there was always someone who sat their stereo outside and there would be dancing in the street.

To go along with all of this, was the food…

Friday nights there was all-you-can-eat fried clams at Howard Johnson’s by Seminary South. Hot dogs with chili at the Drive-in. The Zuider Zee, which was a great seafood restaurant by the Camp Bowie circle. That is where I ate my first raw oyster that my grandpa bought me. The Italian Inn also at the circle had singing waiters. Ashburn’s Ice cream on Berry street was a favorite place for us. There was a man there that could make a sound like a train whistle. Poncho’s Mexican Buffet was a place that we ate at often. They were so cool. You went down the line and picked what you wanted, and if you wanted seconds you ran up a little Mexican flag on your table and the waitress would come by and you would tell them what you wanted, and they had the greatest sopapillos ever…. But one of the greatest food memories that I have of Fort Worth is of something that I never ate. Mrs. Baird’s bakery was just off of Hulen Street and when you drove past it on the freeway you could smell the bread baking and it was a heavenly aroma. Sometimes we would drive by it on purpose just to smell the bread. To this day if I smell fresh bread baking I am immediately transported back to that little boy with his head out the window driving by the bakery.

I lived in the best of two worlds and they were separate and connected at the same time…the story continues.


How Did All This happen…Rankin

As a young boy growing up, I had a love affair with a little West Texas town called Rankin. I loved Rankin, and my connection to it was twofold. It is where my Aunt Pat and Uncle Hubert and cousins Sue and Patricia lived. It was also where my real father and my grandparents on my father’s side lived, Grandpa Box and Martha and Uncle Jerry.

Rankin was not then and still is not more than just a little bump in the road. A very small town that sits in the West Texas mesquite desert and is completely reliant on the oil and ranching business. If you have ever seen the movie “The last Picture Show”, that would very well describe the size and scope of Rankin…and I loved it. I was one very happy camper whenever it was announced that we were going to Rankin, and I spent a lot of time there as a kid up until I was about 10 years old. I was guaranteed 2 weeks every summer for sure to visit my father. Occasional Christmases. Always 2 weeks every summer to visit Aunt Pat and Uncle Hubert and many weekends throughout the year. My favorite time to visit Rankin was in the summer. Rankin had the greatest public swimming pool that there ever was. It is where I learned to swim at about 3 years old and it was one of my favorite places. I remember that we would walk across the highway to go to the pool (you walked everywhere in Rankin) and it would be so hot that you would leave your foot prints in the asphalt on the road.

My Aunt Pat and Uncle Hubert lived in a small shotgun house right off of the highway. It had a great front porch and a dusty dirt backyard with a swing set. I used to have a picture of all of us kids sitting on the front porch eating popsicles. Their house sat next to a hill that led up to the library. I think I almost gave my Aunt Pat a heart attack once when I was about 8 years old.  I dragged an old shaky bicycle that I had found with flat and bent tires. Aunt Pat came out the back door just as I was about to ride the bike down the hill. She yelled at me to get off that bike and get down that hill, but it was too late, I pushed off and away I went. Providence must have been on my side and somehow I made it down the hill in one piece without crashing. Aunt Pat was white as a ghost by the time I came to a stop with a big grin on my face. I used to also climb that hill and go up and climb onto the roof of the Library. From the top of the roof you could see all of Rankin.

When I visited my father, we always stayed out at Grandpa Box’s house. They lived across the railroad tracks about a quarter of a mile from town. I had a B.B. gun and would spend hours hunting and shooting striped lizards. I would ride with Grandpa Box as he made his rounds checking the gauges on the county and city water tanks. My father was a very outdoors guy and he would take me for hikes in the desert and climbing the mesas around town. He worked in the oil fields and although I really do not remember it, we lived in Kuwait when I was about 4 years old.

To go along with all of this, was the food. My Aunt Pat, who was really my great aunt (she was my grandmas sister) was an incredible cook. I was especially crazy about her fried chicken, and she made the best homemade cookies. There was cold watermelon sitting on the front porch. There were incredibly tasty chili dogs at the little league park. Big barrels of popcorn at the picture show, they used real melted butter. My father was quite the barbequer and he would cook out a lot. One of my favorites was the BBQ rabbit that they would make, Martha ( I could not call her grandma,I always had to call her Martha) made some of the greatest cornbread and brown gravy that I can still taste to this day.

Rankin was definitely a very big part of my life growing up, unfortunately it all came to an end when I was about 9 years old. Uncle Hubert’s company transferred him to Midland and except for one last visit to my father when I was 10 years old, that ended the connection for me….

So that is the three places in my life that pretty much started me off…who could have known.

The story continues…

rankin house

This was my Aunt Pat and Uncle Hubert’s house in Rankin.It has been abandoned for decades.


 Fresh Tomatoes and Lessons from the Garden

Behind the house that my grandmother and grandfather lived in, was a plot of land that was simply known as the garden. A huge rectangle of north Texas black earth, that was in some sort of constant use. It is probably exactly what you might expect to see on a Texas ranch, and it truly was a thing of beauty.

The garden was not a hobby and it was not something used to give a housewife something to do; it was exactly what it was intended to be…a source of food, and food it did produce.  It was not tended to by hired help. Every single item that came from the garden was a direct result of my grandmother’s and grandfather’s hands. ….and they were good at it. The garden was a good place and a familiar place. We all took our turns tilling and helping and pulling weeds and moving the hose and picking and harvesting. When we went fishing, we dug the worms from the garden and grandma would have us throw egg shells and peels and coffee grounds onto the dirt and then turn it in.  The garden smelled good …it smelled fresh and clean.

Fresh vegetables were a staple and there were plenty of every kind…squash, sweet corn, potatoes, peas, black eye peas, snap beans, onions, beets, cabbage, lettuce, okra, peppers,…you name it and they grew it…and they were spectacular, but the one that stands out most in my mind, the one that I can still taste to this day, were the tomatoes. If you have never tasted fresh tomatoes straight out of the ground you don’t know what you are missing. They have a different flavor, yeah, they still taste like a tomato, but there is freshness and a clean taste that the supermarket tomatoes just don’t have.

Grandma grew big beefsteak tomatoes and yellow tomatoes and heirloom tomatoes that were all different colors. They were big and juicy and flavorful, and I loved them and miss them very much.

I learned a lot of lessons in that garden. I learned that you don’t hoe against the rows. Now I don’t really know how to explain that but I bet I still know how to do it. I learned how to work and to see a job through. I learned patience and appreciation…. But the biggest lesson I learned as a boy: never tell your grandmother that you didn’t have anything to do…you would be pulling weeds in the garden.


Tomato Avocado Salad

2 fresh tomatoes diced

1 large ripe  or two small avocado diced

1 Tbsp. minced garlic

salt and pepper to taste

juice of 1/2 lime

3 Tbsp. olive oil

place all ingredients in a bowl and fold together


Fall Creek

When I was a boy growing up, there was a place on the ranch that I considered to be magical. It was called Fall Creek. A flat rocky dried up creek bed surrounded on three sides by thick forest. Fall Creek was an actual creek that ran through parts of Hood and Johnson counties, but the Fall Creek that I knew and loved was just a small patch about two acres in size that sat at the very back end of the ranch. When I was little, there was still a little water flowing, but by the time I was a teenager the water was gone and the flat rock escarpment was all that remained. Fall Creek was a favorite place for us for picnics and cookouts, parties and socials. We hunted deer and varmints there, and the very first time that I stayed up all night ended at fall Creek. I had been allowed to go wolf hunting with a family friend named Mr. Keys and we ended up at Fall Creek just at sunrise. Mr. Keys built a camp fire and he cooked bacon and eggs, and we all sat there and ate breakfast from tin plates and drank coffee from tin cups and I thought at that exact moment, that I was grown up.

One of my greatest memories of Fall Creek, is of an incredible cookout and party that took place on a 4th of July when I was about 9 years old. There had been many parties and cookouts on Fall Creek, but this one was different. One of the ladies, who was a member of my Grandparents church and was also very good friends with my grandmother, her grandson was coming back from Germany, where he had been stationed in the army for 2 years. It also just happened to be 4th of July weekend and so a major get-together was planned. All of the people from the Cresson church were there. Neighbors and friends and family members and anybody else that was invited. There must have been a hundred people there. It started in the morning and it lasted all day. A couple of men had brought out smokers and they started barbequing in the morning and you could smell it cooking all day. All of the ladies brought food – there was food everywhere. Long tables were unfolded and sheets were used as table cloths. It was amazing. There were a few men who brought guitars and they played music and people were dancing on the flat rocks of Fall Creek. The ice cream churns were pulled out and loaded up and all of us kids had to take turns turning the crank. Some horse shoes were set up and the men pitched horseshoe while the ladies sat in lawn chairs under the trees. We kid played and played. Some of the men pulled their rifles out of their pick- ups and impromptu shooting contest started. We ate all day long and as dusk settled in lanterns were lit and fires built and then…the fireworks came out. All the kids ran around with sparklers and the older kids sat off bottle rockets and roman candles. There was BBQ and fried chicken and pork roast and big beef roasts. There was potato salads and beans and cole slaw and pies and salads and cakes and watermelon and banana pudding and corn bread and corn on the cob that we roasted over the open fires. The food went on forever and was spread out along what seemed like a highway of tables.

When it finally came to an end, and everything was cleaned up and loaded up and goodbyes were said and hugs exchanged, I remember setting in the back of the pick-up as we drove back to the house and the line of cars and trucks looked like a caravan with their lights on driving through the pastures to get back to the main roads. Every now and then you would hear a horn blow and see a set of lights peel off. It was quite a wonderful day and one that will be in my memories forever.

Grandma’s Cucumbers and Onions in Sour Cream

1 cucumber peeled and sliced

½ red onion sliced thin

½ cup sour cream

½ tsp chicken base

1 tsp minced garlic

black pepper to taste

Mix sour cream,chicken base and garlic together until well blended

Add cucumbers, onions and black pepper

Fold together until well blended


  1. Stan,

    I can’t believe we did not cross paths in Fort Worth. I grew up on Biddison and Boyd, 2 blocks from the circle. I went to Bluebonnet, McLean and Paschal. I might be a little older being born in ’49. I enjoy you web page and cook book. You told my life story as well about growing up in FW.

    Lee Brakefield

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