local food

Fish-Farm to Table

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I don’t think I would’ve been able to do it, if I’d known ahead of time that the catfish would scream. Minutes earlier I’d…

Meat Puppet (Part II)

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That unfortunate encounter with a hamburger raised a red flag about the true cause of my meat malady, but I continued life as a…

Meat puppet (Part I)

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The year was 2000. Sixteen hours of abdominal pain sent me crawling to the Emergency Room, and lab work confirmed something was very wrong….

Cracked in the Head

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Leaving our cute-as-pie farmers‘ house after a brilliant pre-Christmas dinner, Jenny surprised us with a jar of pork cracklins. These magic tidbits are all…

‘Nipped in the bud

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So it’s mid-January, and we’re still enjoying the stash of root veggies tucked away in the crisper bin back in November. Turnips have proven…

Elephant in the room

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Everyone who passes the giant arrangement of garlic in the dining room invariably asks, “What in the world are you going to do with…

Small-biz marquee

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When we wound up with our first unplanned Saturday in what seems like 6 years, I experienced a fleeting moment of what felt like…

Sir, render

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Last week marked another first on the wee homestead. And no one is more surprised than I. For health and environmental reasons, I’ve been…