The ‘Eat This, Not That’ guy compares his book to Obama, offers crappy advice for families
Oh my stars. David Zinczenko has gone insane. A while ago, I reviewed Zinczenko's book "Eat This! Not That!" which is selling like
Mrs. Obama on the line at Miriam's Kitchen; photo courtesy of Choice Photography. Last week, Michelle Obama
I talk a lot of smack about sustainable food. About the unexpected pleasures of farmer’s markets, about voting with one’s fork, about "local economies"
Toward the end of last year, something happened. I still can’t say what, exactly, I just know it happened almost overnight. For two years, I’d been
Earlier this week, Bill Marler,
Last week, I discussed a dilemma I recently faced while standing in the middle of Wal-Mart with an exhausted, hungry 7-year-old who had spotted the Dunkin’
We went to Wal-Mart yesterday. It was a mistake. Don’t get me wrong: I understand why people shop at Wal-Mart. I live in a rural community that is mostly
We heard plenty of talk about Wall Street and Main Street. We heard about $150,000 wardrobes, Joe the Plumber, Bill Ayers, socialism, and cynicism. But
Oh my stars. David Zinczenko has gone insane. A while ago, I reviewed Zinczenko's book "Eat This! Not That!" which is selling like
So, let's talk about MaryJane's Farm, shall we? I'm feeling conflicted, and I need some help sorting it out. Recently,
“Get yourself a copy of ‘Eat This, Not That,’" someone told me recently. “It’s flying off the bookstore
Got a little time to explore the dining scene of Portland, Maine? Change your plans: you’ll actually need lots and lots of time to do it right. Word on the street is that the East Coast Portland is second
Should you find yourself in Portland, Maine, on the first Friday of the month, you can participate in the monthly art-walk, a self-guided tour of local galleries, studios, museums, and other venues. There
Although I'm no longer standing at the Farm Bureau-sponsored exhibit, The Great American Farm, at Disney's Epcot Center, I can't seem to shake the creepy feeling it gave me. One of the most visible parts
I have just returned from three days in Disney theme parks in Orlando. (No snarky jokes please, at least not from those of you who have yet to push a human out of your nether regions only to discover that
Oh, Monsanto. Just look at you. You've got your knit cap pulled down tight over your crew cut, and your stomach is sticking out beneath your skull-and-crossbones T-shirt. Your face is riddled with acne,