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The Best Meal I Ever Ate
The Best Meal I Ever Ate
When posed with the question of the greatest meal I ever ate, without a doubt a small shack nestled in Port St. Joe, Florida, takes the top spot. Growing up, my family traveled to a once-rural beach town with a single restaurant and convenience store- Cape San Blas, Florida. We were introduced to this beach town by my great-aunt Doris Jean, who brought my grandparents for years before our first visit. Aunt DJ knew the way of the Cape well and was able to guide all who visited. With the limited access to food and restaurants, or lack thereof, we were forced to either cook or travel off the Cape for most meals.
Since I was not raised visiting the Cape, adjusting to the lack of restaurants was difficult at first. Growing up, my family had always visited an oyster bar during our time at the beach, but when we began to go to Cape San Blas, we had to pivot because there was not one on the Cape. We asked the expert, Aunt DJ, where we could go and she sent us to one must-go spot: Indian Pass Raw Bar. On our drive there, we had no expectations, but little did we know this small rustic shack would quickly become a Denton family staple.
On the drive to Indian Pass, there was nothing in sight other than marsh, small houses and the occasional fishing charter company. Once we arrived, we pulled up at a small wooden shack (an old gas station) with two massive doors covered in stickers from all around the world. As soon as we walked in, we saw waiters in matching Indian Pass Raw Bar shirts, shorts and flip-flops. Inside we were greeted by your average Florida beach resident- tan, extroverted and laid-back- who asked our name and party size and handed us a tab (think putt-putt scorecard) to open for drinks while we waited. Typically, if visiting around the hours of 2-4 p.m., there is little to no crowd, but if visiting anytime after 4:30 p.m., you will be waiting on one of their many Adirondack chairs on the expansive front porch, for up to two hours. While waiting, we played cornhole, listened to a live band and even got to sing some karaoke, all while sipping on a cold root beer we grabbed from inside.
An hour later, they finally called “Denton family party of five” and it was our time to dine. As we were seated, we were given another tab, this time for food. As a 10-year-old, I had no idea how this worked and allowed my parents to take the reins on ordering. A few minutes later, in what seemed like no time at all, four metal trays of oysters- raw and baked- arrived at our table. As a seasoned seafood extraordinaire, this feeling of excitement compared to no other food. To me, oysters reminded me of my grandpa Lew and a bond we share over oysters. Lew introduced me to oysters at the age of six and I quickly became hooked, so for my first oyster of the night I had to send him a video. In less than sixteen minutes, four dozen oysters were gone. The raw oysters were perfectly chilled and salty to the taste, and the baked ones covered in butter and melted Parmesan cheese. Two opposite flavors, but paired together they satisfy any seafood craving by hitting the notes of greasy, salty, fresh, briny and buttery.
Year after year, my family now travels to Indian Pass Raw bar at least once a Cape trip, coming before 4:30 p.m. to beat the crowds. Every time we go, we are reminded of those who came before us, Lew and Aunt DJ, both introducing us to restaurants and different food types. Indian Pass has become more than an oyster bar- it has become a tradition that one day I hope to share with my own family. I now realize the question of the greatest meal I ever ate has less to do with food and more to do with the memories behind the meal- the story it tells, how food connects generations, how food strengthens bonds and how food establishes roots.
Recipe Story
Recipe Story
Every good Saturday morning is complete with a box of donuts, right? The sense and smell of comfort on a Saturday morning- boxes full of glazed, blueberry, chocolate cake, strawberry. For me I found most comfort in the warm, sweet smell of the glaze melting into the rich, yet dense chocolate cake donut. This is an ideal Saturday morning, at least in the Denton household, but going gluten-free, I thought everything would change. Walking around bakeries, going to breakfast restaurants, I had lost hope that anything similar could exist in gluten-free form. Through much trial and error, I found a recipe that almost matches, if not exceeds previous expectations.
The recipe from Finding Home Blog was a game changer for me. Making these donuts is very simple and straightforward: whisking together all the ingredients and baking them until golden brown. I found much freedom in the options of making them donut holes or full donuts. A simple glaze of powdered sugar and milk to finish them off. The results are rich, moist donuts with a slight crisp- the kind of treat where you may think you are eating gluten. But, contrary to popular belief, gluten-free donuts aren't as modern as they sound.
Many older donut recipes, sometimes called spudnuts, relied heavily on mashed potatoes or potato starch instead of flour. The origin of these donuts is unknown, but they began to rise to popularity in the United States in the 1930s when chains like Krispy Kreme began to sell potato-based donuts. These remained a staple in many communities for decades as they were affordable and stayed fresh longer. In many ways, these gluten-free cake donuts are not a reinvention, but more a revival of what once was.
When I first made the chocolate cake donut recipe, the rich and sweet smell of cocoa filled up the kitchen and began to transport me back to Saturdays from my childhood. Once they looked a darker brown and slightly crispy on the edges, I was ready to pull them out. As I pulled out the donut holes, I couldn't help but realize how perfect they looked- all puffed up, golden, with an unmistakable aroma of chocolate cake. Once glazed, they glistened on the rack, soaking in the sweetness and waiting to be devoured. As my roommates and I took a first bite, we quickly had confirmation.
“They’re a lot more moist than I would expect anything gluten-free to be,” said Anna Caitlin Hayworth.
Part of the magic is how customizable the recipe is, as I mentioned before. Whether it is the shape or size that changes- donut holes for a quick snack, or full-sized donuts for a nostalgic Saturday morning breakfast spread- there's always room for creativity. The glaze itself is a blank canvas, ready to be experimented with and transformed. Toppings are another playground: sprinkles, crushed nuts, toasted coconut, or even a drizzle of peanut butter, the opportunities are endless. With all these possible variations, nothing is as simple and nostalgic as the classic chocolate cake donut.
Another one of my roommates had her own take:
“I really enjoy the experience of eating because it makes me feel like I want to be watching a movie and eating this with a glass of milk,” said Kendall Bowen.
These words made me laugh, but they also capture what I hope these donuts provide more than just food, they create a moment, an experience, a memory. That's the heart of nostalgic comfort food: It doesn't only fill you up, it connects you to people and places.
Gluten-free baking can often feel like compromise- a “close enough” version of something you used to love. But with this recipe, there is no compromise. You don't think about what's missing, you simply reach for another donut.
That's what makes them so powerful for me. Every time I bake a batch, I’m reminded of Saturday mornings in the Denton household- PJS, laughter, football and a box of fresh donuts. Now, instead of driving for donuts, I can recreate the same feeling in my own kitchen- but gluten-free.
RECIPE
Ingredients
1/4 cup cocoa powder
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
3 Tbsp. melted butter
2 large eggs
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1/2 cup milk
For glaze: 1 cup powdered sugar and 2 Tbsp. milk
DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 350ºF.
In medium bowl, mix all ingredients except glaze together. Scoop into greased donut pans.
Bake for 12 minutes. Cool completely in pans before turning out onto rack.
In small bowl, whisk together powdered sugar and milk for a thick glaze. Dip each donut into the glaze, and place on the rack to set. Spread any extra glaze on the donuts as needed.
Chocolate cake donuts are a favorite with my children, although I’m more partial to the pumpkin flavor myself, and you really can’t go wrong with an original either. Basically, eat all the donuts. Enjoy!
Recipe:
http://findinghomeblog.com/gluten-free-chocolate-cake-donuts/
Interview:
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How Accurate Really is the Data on Your Menu?
In a culture obsessed with being health-forward and eating clean, knowing what is in your food feels like power. From protein-packed chicken sandwiches to low-carb wraps, American culture is chasing a new version of “healthy” that can be measured and managed, typically by numbers printed on a menu. With the popularity of this trend, it raises question to the honesty of the restaurants. What if those numbers on the menu, that are meant to guide our choices, don't tell the whole story?
Since 2018, restaurants have been required by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration to display the calorie count for most menu items, following the 2010 Affordable Care Act’s push for transparency. The intention behind this act was to help the general consumer to make properly informed, health-conscious decisions. As time has passed, it has been made evident that the consistency in the calorie count is easier promised than practiced. From differences in portion size to changes in ingredients, minor variations that seem small can create significant discrepancies between what’s on the menu and what’s actually being served.
“It's 400 calories in the meal, but if they were to really do the math it's closer to 500 calories, that extra 100 calories over time, that's 700 extra calories in the week, than what that person may think that they are consuming. That can add up, if you stay in that excess space, ” said Registered Dietitian Callie Davis.
While these differences may seem small, over time they can add up, as Davis explained. A few extra tablespoons of oil, an oversized scoop of rice or a sauce that's drenched on food rather than drizzled, all can change the nutrition profile of a meal by 50 to 100 calories. For someone eating this way regularly, these extra calories can make a meaningful difference over time.
A 2020 study in the American Journal of Preventative Medicine, published through the National Library of Medicine, found that while most large restaurant chains comply with federal menu labeling laws, that compliance does not always guarantee accuracy (https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC7156941/#osp4400-sec-0007). This study revealed that many of the restaurants tested met the posting requirement, but the information listed was not always consistent with the food actually being served to the customers. Modifications are made, portions vary and cooks prepare food slightly differently each time, all of which can shift the accuracy of the calorie count posted.
From the restaurant's perspective, the issue at hand is not as much dishonesty as it is practicality.
“We’re balancing good tasting with good for you,” said Shane Todd, owner and operator of Athens Chick-fil-A restaurants. “We just want to make sure we're using reputable brands…We work hand and hand with regulations, and the FDA, and the drug department. Chickfila chooses to be cautious over being aggressive.”
Restaurants often rely on nutrition databases or software programs to calculate menu data, but unless every meal is weighed and portioned with precision, these numbers can only be viewed as averages. Even with this uncertainty, which can be viewed as a drawback, both dietitians and restaurant managers agree that this practice of calorie labeling has value. While it is not perfect, it still helps consumers make these health-conscious choices they crave. If anything, it is a step in the right direction.
As this health-focused trend continues to shape American eating habits, the inaccuracy and inconsistency of menu labeling remains something worth watching. The numbers printed on our menus may not always be perfect, but it has changed the way thousands of people think about food. In a culture that used data to measure health, calorie counts have become both a trap and a tool. They are both imperfect in execution but also useful in awareness.
Ultimately, the numbers on the menu can only go so far. They can help guide health-forward decisions, but they can't guarantee the healthy lifestyle that many desire. At the end of the day, the legalistic nature of calorie counting is not what leads to true wellness, but rather the mindfulness, consistency and balance found in everyday choices.
“Overall, I think human error is always going to play a role in this. We can put systems in place, but we're all human and someone's gonna mess something up somewhere, and accuracy might get off in any capacity," said Callie Davis.
Food Profile Piece
The neon sign flickers in the window, blinking on and off as groups of students shuffle inside, heading straight past the buffet line with plates already in hand. The rush is familiar, almost rhythmic, a ritual that has unfolded in the same corner of Athens for decades. And while the faces entering the doors change with the rhythm of a college town, the real constant inside is Shaun Waters.
Just outside, Shaun Waters— doing what his father, Jim has done for decades: performing magic tricks, luring people into what is now known across Athens as Mama Sid’s Pizza. Once through the doors, it's Shaun or Mama Sid who anchors the room. With Mama Sid behind the register and Shaun in the kitchen making the pizzas that have fed generations.
Today, it’s Shaun running the entire show. Whether it’s his welcoming presence at the front counter or his steady hands in the kitchen, he carries on his family’s business with unmistakable pride.
You can see it in the way he checks the pizzas before they go out, in the way he remembers customers’ names and in the way he talks about the restaurant as if it were another member of the family.
“Its the community. The community, they enjoy the food, they enjoy the service and I'm no longer out front doing what they do, but they still enjoy the atmosphere. It feels like home to them,” Shaun said.
In Athens, this scene has played out almost nightly for over 40 years. Few places have truly felt like home as much as the single-family-owned and operated Mama Sid’s.
Mama Sid’s opened in 1983 when Sidney and Jim Waters purchased a small shop called Express Pizza. Over time, the family’s presence shaped the space so strongly that the name evolved into Mama Sid’s— a reflection of the personal, familial spirit that defined the restaurants from day one. Today, their son, Shaun Waters, continues that legacy as owner and operator.
The nickname that inspired the restaurant's name was born years earlier. Growing up, Shaun’s friends coined a nickname for his parents, “Mama Sid” and “Papa Sid.” Their house was known as the gathering spot— warm, welcoming and a little less strict than most. They first went by just Mama and Papa and later added “Sid”, a natural extension of Shaun’s mothers’s name, Sidney.
When looking for a name Mama Sid’s was the obvious choice for the Water’s family.
“We bought a restaurant and we had to decide what we were gonna call it and Mama Sid’s was the name, you know it's gotta be,” Shuan said.
To many Mama Sid’s is more than just a pizza joint. It is late nights in college, a celebration meal after big moments, a comforting end to a hard day. Mama Sid’s is a place built on connection, where the smell of fresh-baked crust and tangy tomato sauce fills the air and where every familiar face creates a sense of home in the middle of a busy, student-filled town.
For over four decades, Mama Sid’s has quietly witnessed countless first dates, study sessions, birthday celebrations and reunions. And through the more recent years of that history, the steady presence guiding those moments has been Shaun.
“When we come back from a break at the beginning of a new semester, we will meet up at Mama Sid’s just because it's the place that we've always done it. We've always had our hangs there and everyone just likes it,” said customer Alex Waller.
Its longevity isn't just a matter of business success, it's not just due to the food they sell. It's a true testament to the way they have woven themselves into the fabric of Athens life, the way Shaun has continued this legacy.
The contagious energy of this restaurant translates even into the full time staff, leaving them with the desire to remain in this family.
“We get families bringing in their kids talking about the magic man and kids that used to come in when younger were bringing in their children as adults and just seeing them grow, the family pictures on the wall and just mama and papa being very involved, has really made it a great business,” said Heather Bowersox, a waitress of 17 years.
While being an active employee seems like a family, due to the environment, Mama Sid’s is a lasting family. Shaun Waters, now owner of the store shared about their annual Christmas party where former and current employees gather to celebrate the season as well as joining in the Mama Sid’s community.
For Shaun, the Christmas party is more than a gathering, it's a reminder of why he continues the work his parents began. Seeing former employees return year after year, some traveling in from out of town just to be there, reinforces the sense that this place has shaped people’s lives far beyond the hours they spent clocked in behind the counter. What started as a workplace has grown into something that feels unmistakably like family.
But that enduring sense of family also underscores the responsibility of leading it.
“Their son Shaun kinda runs things day to day and he's done a lot to really encourage, advertise and grow the business,” said Bowersox.
Running Mama Sid’s hasn't been without challenges. While Shaun has inherited a community favorite, he also inherited the pressure of keeping it alive in an ever-changing college town.
“The challenge is making it happen,” said Shaun Waters.
For Shaun, “making it happen” has meant holding tight to the values his parents built not only the restaurant on, but also him. These are values of consistency, generosity and independence.
In order to keep outside costs at a low, Shaun has gotten creative in how he handles small challenges such as light fixtures, pipes, etc.
But fixing pipes isn't the only challenge. In a college town where trends shift quickly and new restaurants appear constantly, Shaun also has to think strategically about how Mama Sid’s stays relevant without losing its identity. It's a balancing act that shapes nearly every decision he makes.
In his own words, he simply just “makes it happen.” But beneath that simplicity is the steady, unseen work of a man carrying forward a legacy- one plate, one year, one generation at a time.
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