by Phil Houseal | Dec 22, 2020 | All Articles, Food, History, Philosophy
Dec 13, 2020–What is your favorite worst holiday food? Food you are supposed to like because everyone else does, but you don’t, really. Every holiday, we are coerced to eat and drink strangely colored concoctions (green beer?) and alien textured foodstuffs in the...
by Phil Houseal | Jan 27, 2020 | All Articles, Education, Events, Food, History, Music, People of the Hill Country, Venue
Jan 29, 2020–Musketeer, fire breather, or wizard, it’s always fascinating what motivates a person who leads an otherwise conventional life to don the garb and persona of a character living in the middle ages. To help me understand, Cathryn Harper agreed to talk on...
by Phil Houseal | Jul 25, 2019 | All Articles, Food, People of the Hill Country
July 24, 2019–Never thought I’d write about vinegar. Over the years I’ve covered the rise of various beverages in the Hill Country. It started with the wineries and breweries. Next, distilleries began turning out whiskey, vodka, and rum. The most recent...
by Phil Houseal | May 23, 2019 | All Articles, Events, Food, History, Music, People of the Hill Country, Venue
May 22, 2019–I first came to the Texas Hill Country in 1978. Yet I’d never visited Castell. Last weekend, I fixed that. The Castell General Store–which is essentially Castell–was celebrating its Testicle Festival. As auspicious an event as any for finding out...
by Phil Houseal | Jan 23, 2019 | All Articles, Events, Food, History, Music, People of the Hill Country, Philosophy
Jan 23, 2018–Over the next couple of weekends, legions of adventurous spirits will arrive in the Hill Country to interact as knights, jesters, maidens, and other denizens of Middle Age European villages at the Kerrville Renaissance Festival. What makes our neighbors...
by Phil Houseal | Aug 24, 2018 | All Articles, Food, People of the Hill Country, Philosophy
Aug 23, 2018–Last Saturday night, my 3-year-old granddaughter asked for a snack of popcorn. “Who do you want to make it?” asked her mom, knowing full well the answer. “PopPop!” came the response, and I was on deck. PopPop is my “grandpa name,” bestowed by her when she...
