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Columbus, GA Whitewater by Mary Prater Posted on July 17, 2013 When I moved to Alabama about four and a half years ago, I thought I would have to get creative about finding an outlet for my outdoor activities. Having moved from the Greater Yellowstone Area with its famous scenery and recreational opportunities, I was pleasantly surprised to find that this area of the country has a plethora of outdoor options for fun. There are creeks, lakes, and rivers to fish, diverse public lands to explore, and vistas to enjoy. And let’s not forget the beach! One of the activities I wanted to explore was kayaking. I love all the rivers and big creeks covered by arching trees and hanging moss. I’m even keen on sharing them with the snapping turtles, snakes, and alligators. As I researched kayaking in Alabama, I learned that the southeastern region of the U.S. has some great areas for boating. Last summer, my family kayaked (or, more accurately, floated) the Coosa River just north of Montgomery. It was a glorious day! My husband and I were more than content to leisurely drift along the shady banks for a few hours. My thirteen-year-old son, on the other hand, was slightly less than thrilled with the afternoon’s pace. He wanted to know when the rapids would appear. In the meantime, he entertained himself by using his kayak in ways no kayak was meant to be used. He would go from sitting on one end, making the boat float at almost a ninety-degree angle, to kneeling on the opposite end. At one point, I looked over and saw no part of him except his feet, wrapped like claws around the sides as he dangled under the water. There were a few moderate rapids that afternoon, but not enough to thrill the boy. By the end of the day, he was drenched and a little bored. This year, I have a plan to satisfy him. I will be sending that kid down the largest urban whitewater course in the world! With 2.5 miles of rapids, I seriously doubt I’ll be seeing the kayak monkey act revisited. The best part of this scenario is that I don’t have to travel far. The city of Columbus, Georgia, opened the Chattahoochee River for whitewater on May 25th. The Chattahoochee flows along the downtown border of the city, and Columbus has celebrated this resource by developing a pedestrian area and park along its bank. There is also an entertainment area along nearby Broadway Street with a variety of restaurants, shops, and outdoor entertainment. So, I figure this will be a great afternoon for all. The boy can commit death-defying feats of kayaking, and the husband and I can lounge nearby with a frosty beverage and full bellies. I love being outdoorsy! For more information on boating the Chattahoochie, check out the official Columbus, GA whitewater site, www.columbusgawhitewater.com
For the Love of American Spirits – John Emerald Distilling Company Posted on February 12, 2014 by Mary Prater On any given day during juniper berry season, you can find Jimmy Sharp foraging for berries along the Selma Highway, trying to gather a year’s supply before the birds get them. The red cedar grows throughout the Southeast and produces the berries that Jimmy plans to use for his craft gin. It’s not just the juniper berries that are locally sourced. The Sharps are also using Alabama cane syrup, Chilton County peaches, and local pecans. The South has had a long love affair with American-made spirits, especially bourbon. I like bourbon, so I was disheartened to hear that Maker’s Mark and Jim Beam were no longer going to be American-made spirits. Earlier this year, it was announced that a Japanese company would take over the ownership and production of these brands. The tradition of the American distillery runs deep in the southeastern part of our country, which is why I am glad to see the emergence of the southern small craft distillery. We are welcoming a new distiller to Opelika, Alabama, in the next few months, so I met with owner Jimmy Sharp to learn about the John Emerald Distilling Company. Jimmy Sharp and his father, John Sharp, were running a successful custom venetian plaster business out of Montgomery, Alabama, until they decided they wanted to dedicate their time and talents to turning their hobby of brewing into a business. Jimmy and his wife had recently welcomed their first child, and a business that required less travel was becoming more important to the Sharps. They had seen the craft brewery industry in Alabama take off in the past few years and realized they needed a different approach. Alabama doesn’t have a long history of legal distilling, so the Sharps decided to develop a distinct Alabama-style whiskey. They refer to it as “Alabama style” because it isn’t a pure bourbon nor a scotch. It is a blend of the two processes, enhanced with local flavors of pecan and peach to create a unique product. Over the next two years, they traveled between Colorado, Chicago, and finally the Springbank Distillery in Campbeltown, Scotland, to learn firsthand the art of distilling. They chose to build their distillery in Opelika’s downtown arts and entertainment district after meeting local developer Richard Patton. Here, they found a growing, entrepreneurial community built around small businesses, local arts, and a love for the redevelopment of small-town Alabama. The John Emerald Distilling Company is named after Jimmy’s grandfather, and all the products are named after different family members as a way of honoring family and incorporating their spirits into the products. There is John’s Alabama Single Malt, Hugh Wesley’s Gin, Spurgeon’s Rum, and Gene’s Spiced Rum. They are also developing a peach liqueur and experimenting with a muscadine brandy, using ingredients sourced from a local winery (Whippoorwill Vineyards, Notasulga, Alabama). When you are a small, independent company, you can be creative. The distillery is set to open this Spring offering tours, with a tasting room and a program to share their knowledge through apprenticeships similar to the ones they participated in while learning the craft. At the time of our interview, the building was big and empty. It was hard to imagine the final business. I was shown where the tasting room and the state of the art maturation room would be. It takes vision to see past the empty space, and I am glad the Sharp’s had their vision. Production is set to begin in March, with their first whiskey available late this summer or early fall.
Mississippi Tamale Trail by Mary Prater Posted on June 17, 2013 by Mary Prater Growing up, I never knew that what I called a “hot tamale” wasn’t a food born and bred in Mississippi. The Delta Hot Tamale was as much a part of my southern upbringing as college football on Saturday and church on Sunday. There are just some things you don’t question as a Mississippian. A tamale was always “hot”, even if it wasn’t, and it was for sure born in the Delta. Well, call me shocked, but I’ve come to learn that our good friends from a little further south actually created this most delicious morsel. Now to be fair, Mexico may have conceived of the tamale, but the good folks of the Mississippi Delta took this humble food and blessed it with southern grace to elevate it to its revered place in our culture. In honor of the place that the Delta Hot Tamale holds in the hearts of food lovers from all over, the Mississippi Delta Hot Tamale Trail was born to guide pilgrims to the Delta’s temples of Tamales. The Southern Foodways Alliance teamed up with Viking Range Corporation to develop the Mississippi Delta Hot Tamale Trail. They have created a website that gives the history of the hot tamale, recipes and an interactive map to help you find the best tamales “from Tunica to Vicksburg”. www.tamaletrail.com My favorite tamales could be found at the Onward Store off of highway 61 in Rollingfork, MS. I stopped in two years ago while on a family history trip with my father and son through the Delta. My son, Jackson, felt right at home when we walked through the old store’s screen door to find three kids under the age of twelve manning the front and playing cards. Nobody was wearing shoes, which sent Jackson immediately back to the car to take off the flip-flops he had grudgingly put on to appease me. We interrupted the kid’s poker game long enough to order cokes and tamales. The method of relaying this was priceless: “Hey Momma! Some people want tamales!” This was yelled from the front door to “momma” somewhere in the back, never to be seen. We took a seat at an oil cloth covered table and considered the possibility that we had made a mistake in stopping. But, before we could make our exit, cokes and three orders of tamales with gravy were delivered to our table. We immediately knew that everything was going to be alright. And it was. Those tamales were perfection. Wrapped in corn husks, spicy and full of flavor and swimming in their cooking liquid. I was in tamale heaven. I heard recently that the store had been sold, so I called and asked if they still sold tamales. I was assured that while they do have new owners, they have the same tamales. Thank God! www.theonwardstore.com