All posts filed under: Dahlonega

Steakhouse ~ Brussels Sprouts

In a perfect world – I’d own a steakhouse. Well… that’s a load of crap. In a perfect world – I’d be perpetually 35, insanely physically fit, and never have to work another day in my life… not to mention riding through town on my lion while eating Walnut Turkish Delight out of a constantly refilling knapsack. So, it’s probably better that I just say in a different world… And this would be my steakhouse. I know.. it doesn’t look like much, yet. About a mile or so towards Dahlonega is this building. Not that it’s any great thing…. but I want it. It is a long abandoned service (slash) grocery (slash) convenience store located approximately on the spot of the original Buckhorn Tavern in the 1800’s. Back when HWY 52 used to be the old “Federal Highway”, and this was the main route to and from the west side of the state and up to Chattanooga. As far as I’ve been able to research, there aren’t any photos or sketches of how it appeared back then, …

It’s Apple Season! – Peanut Butter / Caramel Tarte Tatin

Burt’s Farm – Dawsonville (just past Amicolola Falls) You know it’s Fall when you feel even the slightest dip in the morning temperatures. The air has that crispness you just don’t get any other time of the year. The sourwood trees begin to redden, the forests begin their pre-leaf settling in preparation for the onslaught of the new covering, and you see the never-ending caravan of cars from the low-lands hitting the mountains. Yes, it’s a bit early for leaf lookers, but that’s not why they are here. It’s the pumpkins and apples. The seemingly never-ending supply of pumpkins from Burt’s Farm beckons them in and hooks them. And, it’s the apple barns that suck them deeper still into the rolling hills. They spend the weekend, loading up their carriages with that perfect globe to carve… and apples…. ohhh, the apples. I have to admit, I can’t resist apple season, either. For the families that work so very hard every year preparing the orchards, tending and caring for their trees to bring one of nature’s most perfect bounties – …

Curb Market Crawl – Diggin’ for Gold

Dahlonega = Gold (in case you didn’t know.) Did you know… the gold topped dome of the Georgia State Capital is from Dahlonega Gold? Home of the first major gold rush in the United States, Dahlonega is nestled in the Georgia foothills of the Blue Ridge mountains. As a child breezing through the countryside on family excursions – familiar sights tracked past the car window at 50 mph –  chicken houses, truck farms, cattle and cornfields all tucked away neatly in every little holler and hillock. Even though growing up in Marietta was far from urban sprawl, it was refreshing and peaceful to ride through the country, wondering what was going on down that little valley, or imagining life  among the stacks of out-building and chicken houses that dotted the rolling hills around Dahlonega. That child’s eye view of my now home has always influenced what my adult eye should be seeing. I guess I expected it to always remain the same. Unfortunately, as with so many rural areas, the small farms are disappearing. Where I once …

The Sandwich Diaries – Pi(π)mento Cheese

For most of my adult life, I’ve called a major city home. I thrived on the crammed, multi-laned arteries winding into the city center, thrilled at the packed sidewalks and stores, immersed myself in the fighting throngs at the malls during the holidays… Thankfully, this is where I now call home. 2 and a half years ago I moved into the North Georgia mountains to Dahlonega, Georgia – and never looked back. At first, I was seriously afraid that I wouldn’t be able to adjust to the relaxed pace and the complete lack of traffic. In the beginning, that was entirely true. There just isn’t a lot happening  in a day-to-day kind of way. North Town Square But Dahlonega – and the North Georgia Mountains – are anything but backwoods. Dahlonega is a tourist town. There are local artists, antique stores, 15 restaurants within walking distance of the old court house (which houses the Gold Museum…) Yes, you read right… Gold. Dahlonega and the neighboring Auraria were the sites of the first major gold rush …

Curb Market Crawl – Cornfield Beans

When we were kids, my brothers and I would trade off spending the weekends at my grandparent’s house. We would wake up early on Saturdays to fresh baked biscuits, fried ham, coffee and whiffs of my granddad’s pipe tobacco permeating through the house. Once they got us rousted out of bed, breakfast would be those crispy-bottoms biscuits slathered in Parkay Margarine with a healthy dose of my grandmother’s thoroughly horrible burnt sugar jam “doesn’t it taste just like fresh blackberries?” and a big glass of sugar laden coffee with Pet Milk (we weren’t allowed coffee at home). It, honestly, was the best part of the weekend sleep-over. Once the meal was done, it was out to the garden for a fun-filled full day of tilling, weeding, picking… in the garden. Looking back on it now, it’s pretty evident why we were over so often during the summer…. Slave labor. The big breakfast? It was just to make sure we didn’t pass out during the day… I’m convinced of it. As long as I can remember, …