In another article, I wrote about my trip to Galveston as a chance to reflect on the importance of a family name and keeping its memories alive. For my family, the coast continues to be more than a retreat. It's a source of life.
Ultimately, the Texas Gulf Coast serves as a foundation for many of my family’s stories over the years, including this trip with all the Goode men we could muster. If my words on that other page are focused on family, then these photographs here focus on place. In this case, Galveston, a small part of a big coastline that's anchored our family story for decades.
Galveston was the backdrop for our family reunion with all of the Goode men I could round up.
On some trips, I have to do my homework on the culinary side. When we head to the Gulf, though, I’m in my element—no homework necessary.
While speckled trout have seen better days across the country, their populations are holding steady across Texas. What they lack in fighting power, they more than make up for with their delicate flavors.
Anyone who knows me knows that some solid mariachi music tends to be hot on my trail.
It’s no secret that I love food. The real reason I love to cook is because there’s no better way to bring people together. Forget fishing. Forget the house. If I have some oysters and an open fire, we’re going to have a good time.
Pictured here: three generations of the Goode family, each with their own unique stories to tell, which was the catalyst for this trip.
It’s no secret that I love food. The real reason I love to cook is because there’s no better way to bring people together. Forget fishing. Forget the house. If I have some oysters and an open fire, we’re going to have a good time.
