Written by Lois Rodriguez
This weekend begins a series of celebrations leading to Martin Luther King Jr. Day on Monday, Jan. 19. The parades, marches, celebrations and more honor the man and his nonviolent approach in the civil rights movement. His legacy also is honored by marking MLK Jr. Day as a day of service.
In case you didn’t think Houston’s Museum District could get any better, the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston has unveiled designs for a $450 million development of its 14-acre campus that will, according to MFAH Director Gary Tinterow, “reshape and reinvigorate the museum experience and the future of Houston’s civic life.”
Like many, the New Year is welcomed with a buffet of hope for good fortune. The greens for money, the beans for good luck and more.
Aah, tamales. Those spicy, corn-husk-hugged morsels transport me to a happy place somewhere deep in the holiday traditions of my South Texas childhood. And, based on the Facebook response to our inclusion of the Texas Tamale Company in the November issue, hundreds of our readers feel the same way about the steamy treats: “Delia’s Tamales in the Rio Grande Valley!” “Alamo Tamales in Houston!” and “Pedro’s in Lubbock!” were among your exuberant recommendations.
Kevin Russell has covered a lot of Texas ground in his nearly 30 years as a touring musician. As a founding member of the now-disbanded Austin group the Gourds, and now with the band Shinyribs, Russell has played hundreds of shows in all sorts of settings across the state. We asked him about some of his favorite places to play—and eat—across the Lone Star State.
National Park Ranger Marten Schmitz retrieves a palm-sized chunk of Alibates flint rock from the dried short-grass prairie. “Here’s a good example of a trade blank,” he says, noting that pieces like this colorful red-and-white stone were prized as currency for people who lived in this region as far back as 13,000 years ago.
For a music fan like me, one particularly good reason to visit Port Arthur is the blues-rock singer Janis Joplin. Though she died in 1970 at age 27, the powerful and flamboyant vocalist remains this city’s most famous native and, thanks to a fantastic exhibit at its Museum of the Gulf Coast, the focal point of a significant tourist attraction.
People tasting fresh-squeezed orange and grapefruit juices from the Rio Grande Valley often use adjectives such as “luscious” and “ambrosial.” With its heavenly taste, aroma, and color, Texas citrus reaches tree-ripened perfection.
A weekday lunch crowd fills the room with lively conversation. Behind a dining counter, hamburger patties sizzle on the grill and two gleaming machines spin wine-based frozen margaritas. An artfully iced chocolate cake sits atop a glass pedestal on the counter, like a trophy awaiting its winner.
I’ve always considered myself a pretty brave guy. I’ve gone hang gliding, swum with stingrays, and even eaten face-melting ghost chiles. However, standing in the damp coolness of an underground nuclear missile silo, contemplating scuba diving into the black waters below me, I was overcome by an unexpected feeling: gut-wrenching fear.
Luxuriating in the tropically landscaped oasis of Hilltop Gardens, I feel sheltered from the world by palms, hibiscus, and birds of paradise. The Inn at Hilltop, a Mexican Colonial/Mediterranean-style B&B, perches on a rise at the Rio Grande Valley site west of Lyford, surrounded by fields of aloe vera, vegetables, and sugarcane. It’s a magnet for those seeking a warm and tranquil winter haven.