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Food Porn #15: Returning Xmas to its pornographic roots

Food Porn

Robert wasn’t religious, but he appreciated the decadence associated with Christmas’s pagan origins. He wasn’t surprised when members of the Food Porn Supper Club lobbied for a holiday meet-up. The location was Cardamon Hill in West Atlanta. Costumes were optional.

“I love Cardamon Hill,” Janet, his co-host, said. “But is an Indian restaurant appropriate for Christmas?”

“Maybe they won’t have fruitcake and eggnog,” Robert replied. “We can hope, can’t we?”

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New print edition hits stands on today

Country music’s evolution from redneck to rainbow, Pride celebrations around Georgia, gay baiting in the governor’s race — all this and more in the June 11 issue.

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Readers share stories of their outstanding moms

Quiet support from an exceptional mom (plus the real reason Obama was elected)

By Maggie López

Growing up, I didn’t think my mother was special, just different. Mom was older than my friends’ mothers; she had me at 40. She didn’t speak English, having arrived in the U.S. as an exile fresh from Castro’s Cuba in her forties, too busy with young children and a struggling husband to learn the language.