local food

Fall’s last call

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Today’s the last day for picking up our fall CSA groceries. It’s more bitter than the root veggies we’ll gnaw on until the spring….

Pie Fidelity

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November is a time of transition in the Southern kitchen. With generally mild autumn temperatures, we’re still getting a few stragglers from the summer…

A sweet deal

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Reminiscing about growing up on the farm, Mom and Dad both remember depending on sweet potatoes to get them through the winter. They didn’t…

The Food Stamp Diet

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Our so-called “food stamp diet” was a seven-day experiment in living with a food allotment of $3.36 per person per day. It was miserable….

It’s just a flesh wound

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Hubby has  a saying. “It’s not home improvement until somebody bleeds.” Apparently, this applies to food preservation too. Perhaps I should back up a bit….

Let’s go to the Sop

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When you’re raised on Log Cabin syrup, your first taste of cane or sorghum syrup can, um, give you pause. Taste buds that are…

Nut case

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Achtung, fellow peanut butter junkies. If you live in Georgia, peanuts have been harvested and are available at your local farmer’s market. In Columbus,…

Off the grid(dle)

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After a long but encouraging Saturday on the job, Sunday called for a heavy dose of relaxation. Aggressive relaxation, you might say. When it came…