Christopher Scott planned it all from an uncomfortable state prison bed at the Coffield unit in East Texas, where he would kick back, listen to R&B and daydream. Some day the criminal justice system would recognize that he was not, in fact, a murderer. He would be exonerated, and he would work to save other wrongfully convicted people. He would fulfill his lifelong dream to open a men’s clothing store. He would live in a sprawling home with a swimming pool and a basketball court.
Movies don’t come much more anticipated than The Counselor,a twisty tale of drug dealing and backstabbing along the Texas border written by Cormac McCarthy, directed by Ridley Scott, and starring Brad Pitt, Cameron Diaz, Penelope Cruz, Javier Bardem, and Michael Fassbender. Yet what on paper sounded like a sure thing turned out to be this fall’s most crushing disappointment.
This is a two-butt kitchen!” So my grandmother Elsie would say, shooing away the young’uns perpetually underfoot at mealtime. Her words came to mind more than a few times as I embarked, in my equally compact kitchen, on the preparation of mole poblano, a sauce notorious for its many steps and list of ingredients as long as your arm.
On a recent weekday morning, while reading on the lawn of Market Square Park (301 Milam, 713-223-2003)—a micro-oasis of red-brick paths and art installations on the northern end of downtown Houston—I took an informal tally of my fellow park dwellers: one 6-year-old ballerina-in-training led by her parents, two retirees with matching pedometers on their waistbands, two dog owners, three dogs, one bench sitter, a dozen office workers in line for breakfast gyr
At last, the battle is joined. As of yesterday, Bev Kearney filed suit against the University of Texas, alleging discrimination on the basis of her race and sex. For people who have followed the case of the country’s most famous track coach—“the winningest African American coach in any NCAA sport” according to the petition—against her former employer, there were few surprises.
How the West Was Won
The news last Friday that former Williamson County district judge Ken Anderson would have to serve jail time and forfeit his law license for withholding exculpatory evidence in the Michael Morton case was initially heralded as historic and unprecedented.
Our November cover, a two-panel photo illustration evoking the euphoria and seemingly boundless horizon of Texas’s most current oil boom, drew a jubilant collection of feedback: Time reporter Sam Gustin tweeted, “That’s one hell of a great cover,” while @SecretTxLege weighed in by tweeting at us with a YouTube clip from Ocean’s Eleven titled “That Is the Sexiest Thing I Have Ever Seen.” And while we’re grateful for the praise, we’re most appreciative of this reminder from @Jennifer_Hiller, who reports
No beast on this planet eats bitter produce, unless forced by dire circumstance. But man eats grapefruit, and therefore is no beast. Grapefruit is bitter because it contains a flavonoid called naringin, one of many bad-tasting compounds Mother Nature created to protect plants from hungry animals and to let animals know which plants are likely to hurt them. Naringin can, in fact, hurt us: it interacts in unpredictable ways with many common medications, including antihistamines and blood-pressure drugs.
Were it not for the fact that it looked a little weird on the cover, I would’ve insisted that we call this a food issue, not the food issue. Magazines are always putting out what they call “the Food Issue,” and this is precisely what we set out to do six or so months ago. But almost immediately we were confronted with the problem of there being too much Texas food for us to fit into a single issue. Our eyes were bigger than our page count, as it were.