What do couscous, quinoa, kale and cauliflower have in common?
In my last column I longed for fall and cool weather. Two weeks later I am at the lake, stuck inside because of cool, fall rain for the past two days.
At long last there's a faint, far-off whisper of fall in the air.
I am in the process of decluttering my home, and as you may know from personal experience, it can be a daunting task.
I was back home in Athens, Georgia, this past weekend at my high school reunion, and it was a fun, fun, fun time.
There are two types of salad: tossed and composed.
When I was in college in Raleigh, North Carolina, my roommate, Betsy, was from Chapel Hill, some 20 miles away.
A couple of weeks ago I bought a case of tomatoes that weren't quite pretty enough to sell full price.
At last Saturday's farmers' market in Columbus I had a booth selling homemade soups from market products.
I am still in a fog after spending four days last week in New Orleans for the annual Southern Foodways Alliance (SFA) summer field trip.
Every year that I have been involved in Columbus' farmers' market I have seen it grow both in numbers of vendors and customers, but also in produce diversity.
I had an interesting conversation at last Saturday's farmers' market that I think is worth sharing.
Summer's bounty of produce isn't here yet, and yes, the rain slowed the spring season once again -- but over the past few weeks I have had spring's bounty with tender greens and strawberries.
Cinco de Mayo is such an odd party day in the U.S. At least it is to me.
I had every healthy intention of continuing my miniseries on ancient grains with a few words on millet and amaranth. However, you know how many roads are paved with some of those intentions.
Quinoa (KEEN-wah) is probably the world's most popular superfood.
The term "ancient grains" has been the buzzword on food blogs, in magazines and on grocery labels for the past several years.
Brrr ... it really has been cold and dreary lately. I am glad that I'm not affected mentally by weather.
I never knew my grandparents. I have no memories of times together or visits or special presents.
Enticing aromas have been coming out of Room 121 in the Education and Human Sciences Building on the Mississippi University for Women campus.
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