There’s nothing glorious about root vegetables. In fact, they’re often deformed-looking, intimidating, and tough objects that don’t possess nearly the same charm as plump, deep red summer tomatoes or crisp granny smith apples. When I see celeriac, parsnips, or turnips at the market, I’m not overwhelmed with an urge to devour them like I am […]
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I officially have a French bank account, cell phone number, and library card. Anyone that has lived, or even visited, France will likely understand the associated bureaucratic nightmare and appreciate the fact that accomplishing such feats called for a well-deserved celebration. In other words, macaroons at Feuillette.
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I reach out to grab what looks like a fugi apple but could also very well be gala or or McIntosh for all I know. Selecting one from underneath the pile, I run my finger vertically from the stem to the base and back up across the waxy surface. The green skin around the stem slowly […]
Read moreYou walk into your dining hall, hungry after a long day of classes and meetings. Although the lines are long due to the inevitable 6pm rush, you decide to stick it out and remain on line to get the warm food. Finally making your way to the front, you get a piece of grilled chicken, […]
Read more“If you see a really beautiful tomato, don’t you want to know where it came from and how it was grown?” asked John Lee when explaining the advantages of eating local. “People want to have access to their farmer.”
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one taste at a time 