Hoe, hoe, hoe! A Victory Garden wish list
Dear Santa, December is already here, and though I'm sure you must be busy running the rush orders through your workshop
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Articles written by Jennifer M. aka Baklava Queen
Meeting Louis Bromfield – and Wendell Berry! – at Malabar Farm
Here in northeastern Ohio, not only are we surrounded by acres of rich agricultural land, on which depend a mixture of big and small farms, but in every
Local Roots update: Market plans proceeding in Wooster, OH
Farmers market season is just weeks away here in northeastern Ohio, and local growers have worked long days to get their crops planted after a slow start
On your market, get set…: Building Local Roots in Ohio
There must be something in the Ethicurean (tap) waters. As much as we love to eat and write about SOLE food, more and more of us are finding ways to
What the health?: A review of “101 Foods That Could Save Your Life”
In the past year or so, the local college has started a Wellness Series of lectures designed to discuss various health topics designed to appeal to all
Well worth the wheat: Gene Logsdon’s “Small-Scale Grain Raising”
As the price of flour and other grain-based foods has risen, creative-minded
Loafing in a cold climate
Winter weather has provided us with a never-ending topic of conversation
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Grass act: Gene Logsdon’s “All Flesh Is Grass”
As the problems of industrial meat production — CAFOs,
Opening up: Notes from the Northeast Ohio Food Congress
When I hear or read comments that dismiss local foods as something only folks in California can do, I'm puzzled. Everywhere
Waiting is the harvest part
If you've been wondering, "Whatever happened to those Victory Gardens you Ethicureans were tending?" — well, truth is,
Celebrating food independence: A review of “Depletion and Abundance”
OK, quick check: everyone who is concerned about the economic crisis turning into a depression and causing
For land’s sake: Farmland preservation in Ohio
My evenings and weekends lately — well, the past few months — have largely been taken up by the annual rounds of
As the dirt turns (a pair of agricultural hope operas)
I grew up surrounded by farms. Though my family lived in a neighborhood on the very outskirts of our northern Ohio city, my school bus drove out into the country to pick up some of my farm-raised classmates.
A fair look at agriculture
Different folks have different ways of knowing when the summer is drawing to a close here in Ohio. Some swear by the increased volume of the crickets' chorus, others don't believe that summer is officially
