We are recovering from a month of hard core party weekends.  Living in a college town with big time football is always fun, but it’s sort of like having a vacation home in Florida — everyone wants to visit and it’s always time to imbibe.  I am not complaining because we love having...

I hated lima beans as a kid.  They would come out of my grandparents’ garden in buckets and the difficult task of shelling them was a shared responsibility.  However, given the skewed memories of children (and knowing what I now know about how much mothers get done), I probably had to shell about...

I often say that my first born daughter made me realize I was destined to be a mother — but my second born son made me delight in the role.  As with most women, I suppose, I had a hard time adjusting to motherhood.  You know the drill — the nursing, the lack of sleep, the caring, the balancing...

As you have probably noticed, I talk a lot about my family and my grandmothers and how they helped me develop a love for cooking.  And I think there was something in the genes they gave me that just “clicked” when I got involved in the world of local food.  It all made sense to me. I recall...