Grape expectations
It started off so innocently. Which is, I know, what Prince Paris and Helen of Troy thought when they met for some spanakopita, and…
Espal-yay!
I was staring at the saplings, just two weeks in the ground. Shears in hand, I knew what I had to do. My victims…
Sound ’vision
“Throw away your television.” That’s what everyone’s telling me. And by everyone, I mean Jenn. And Chuck Klosterman.1 And the Red Hot Chili Peppers and…
Buy your leaf (Part 2)
When last we left our daring adventurers, they had driven through Atlanta in possibly the city’s worst weekend of traffic. Ever. Their winding path…
Buy your leaf (Part 1)
I’m in the pickup truck, carrying a heavy load, 100 miles north of home in what’s probably the worst city to drive in, in…
Upward Dog
Maybe a dozen years ago, we were sipping some beers at a wedding reception in Montgomery. It was a good vibe, with a live…
Farming was sexy
“This room is no longer well-quaffed,” said Matthew Raiford, to a room filled with 1,000 farmers and growers, mostly from Georgia. Raiford, from Brunswick,…
This bud’s for you
Well, that was easy. We built a park. Which is to say, trees and blueberry bushes are in the ground at the little 55-by-60-foot…
Starter Wars
A long time ago, in a kitchen far, far away…. Well, it was only a year ago, in truth. And the kitchen was two…