To call the home of Chris and Diane Winslow in far southwest Man-
chaca a ranch might be a bit of a stretch. It's an immaculately main-
tained rambling house sitting on five acres at the back side of Elliot
Ranch.
It does have six horses (five of which are completely worthless minia-
tures), three dogs (the best of which is Hershey), some parrots, a herd
of angry and disrespectful chickens (looking right at you, Dwayne Jr.),
rat snakes in the barn, a cat or two, and coyotes in the distance, but it's
probably not a true ranch in the grandest expression of Texas parlance.
I take credit for coming up with the name Rancho Winslow while re-
counting our culinary exploits on my blog and in the Chronicle; "ran-
chette" doesn't quite roll off the tongue. It's not even really a supper
club in the strictest sense. It is a clubbish group that partakes of supper,
but it's more a gathering of close friends and family centered around
a food event of one sort or another, calendar-related or otherwise.
When a Rancho Winslow article gets mentioned or reprinted in the
Hays Free Press, or posted to the It's About Thyme website, CBoy
and Di get hounded by folks wanting to know how they can buy
"tickets" to the supper club, or when the next "event" is, or how can
they get added to "the list." After several drinks, we've often joked
that it might be a good way to raise some extra cash for a fishing trip,
but we don't need the extra pressure, and commercializing it would
sully the experience. It's all about camaraderie and joie de vivre.
Chris Winslow and I first met back in the ponytailed, early Seventies.
He had just started building his plant empire at Marbridge Farms; I
had heard of his nursery and was a houseplant freak living at the leg-
endary Bean Palace on West Sixth Street. We met and became fast
friends, and have been ever since.
His much better half Diane, who owned It's About Thyme Nursery
before Chris left Marbridge and moved over there, has long been
known as the Martha Stewart of Manchaca. Di is the queen of decor-
ating and handicrafts, and certainly knows her way around a kitchen.
Chris cooks exclusively on the outside grill or the smoker. Di and I
clicked immediately and she and I began to collaborate on meals for
one event or another, first at their old house on Cattleman Drive and
later at Rancho Winslow.
It's a function of Chris' chatty, gregarious nature to invite too many