Check out the Off the Grill Recipe from episode 15, "American Ruins". This recipe features a spice-rubbed porterhouse with yukon gold potatoes. To see how it's made, check out episode 15 "American Ruins".
Check out this rough recipe! Grilled Quail with Sherry Maple Glaze. (Serves 8) Created by: Chef Gerard Thompson, Executive Chef at Rough Creek Lodge. Watch this dish grilled up on Episode 20, “Roughin’ It” You can also visit the website: http://www.roughcreek.com/dining/.
Lonesome Dove. I remember thinking that I could never read a book that long. But once I got into the characters I couldn’t seem to put it down. And then, the film. Now I find myself driving across the Texas plains and roaming around the canyon that helped create the real life characters that inspired McMurtry’s Capt. Woodrow Call and Capt. Augustus McCrae. Palo Duro Canyon…want to do some recording in one of those rock cabins on the rim as well. I’m feeling pretty inspired all the way around.
Not quite sure how to tackle this music video. A song to pay tribute to a young woman whose short life seemed to be such an inspiration to everyone that she came in contact with. And an old rock church where she told her daddy that one day she wanted to be married in. Shooting music videos is one thing but being asked to create something that reflects this kind of homage to a life is a bit overwhelming. I hope I’m up to the task. I know I’m going to be up for a bacon cheeseburger at the Horny Toad when we wrap though!
Some say I’m a drifter with trouble at my heels. Some say I’m rich man with freedom ‘neath my wheels. Some say I’m just a vagabond an aimless dreamer nothing more. But my friend, life has a melody and I’m just a troubadour… I guess I am a troubadour. And a bit of a drifter. And getting to go to Gruene, hear some great live music, eat fresh German crepes and fly-fish in the Guadalupe river…I guess I am a rich man as well. When I saw this trashed out Bronco on that front lawn in New Mexico, I never imagined that it could take me to the places it’s taking me. In the words of Springsteen, “Yeah, I know I ain’t nobody’s bargain but, just a little touch up and a little paint!”
I’m standing on this old movie set out in the middle of the desert. We’re setting up to shoot a film based on a story that I started dreaming up a long time ago. Two elderly Mexican men in a Texas border town have feuded over a small debt that ultimately cost the life of the woman that they both loved. It seems that I’ve watched this movie a thousand times on a screen inside my mind and now I’m standing on this set and I couldn’t picture a more perfect place to bring the story to life. Adobe mission, cantina, the desert. It’s perfect. This set has been used as the backdrop for some of the greatest westerns ever filmed including…you guessed it Lonesome Dove. Chased Judge Roy Bean around Del Rio too.
No boundaries seems to be a recurring theme as this series develops. People ask me where all we are going to go and I have to say I don’t really know.
If the road inspires anything, it's a song or two. This EP, Bronco Roads: Life in the West, is my musical journal from some of the backroads I got to travel on this season of Bronco Roads.
There’s nothing like your hometown. I think I could walk through the caverns blind folded and backwards. Every time someone came to visit of course they had to go to the caverns.
The lights dim. The curtain opens. The switch is flicked. A quick whiff of burned ozone and the bulb glares through the lens. The fan gurgles to a steady rpm and the big reels start to spin.
Two lanes. Narrow shoulder too shallow really for a car. I pulled over all the way into the yellow grass that scorched on the exhaust and smelled sweet like some distant smoldering pinon fire drifting on the crisp fall air.
Out on the west Texas plains the grasslands split open into a 120 mile long by 6 mile wide gouge in the earth rolling like a good, warn quilt patch worked with golden mesquite, red maple and the deep forest greens of juniper.
A man awoke from a deep sleep. He was a prosperous man and had wanted for little. Yet this night he was awakened with a gnawing that he could only equate to hunger.
Some time back I was driving through a neighborhood in New Mexico when I noticed a pretty trashed out looking Ford Bronco sitting on a front lawn with a for sale sign in the window.