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Farm tour: Almonds, grapes, geese and pawpaws at Lagier Ranches
Updated 8/22/10 with link to new video of almond tree shaking from Massa Organics. Shopping at the farmers market gives consumers a chance to talk to farmers about their products, see how a farm changes across the seasons, and gain a better understanding of the challenge
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Cheese Baby visits the Estrella Family Creamery
From our Seattle correspondent Jenni P.: Anthony Estrella calls my daughter the Cheese Baby, and since she’s been old enough to talk she’s called him the Cheese Man. We’ve been buying cheese from Anthony at Seattle farmers markets for the past couple of years. Every week we take home
Vermont (& New England) Diary Part II – the search for raw milk
I have been so busy gardening and cooking and enjoying the last few weeks of summer that I never got around to writing "Vermont Diary - Part II", the thrilling sequel to "Vermont Diary - Part I."
Vermont Diary – Part I
I just came back from 2 amazing days in Northern Vermont. You see, I was hired to be a chauffeur to an evil capitalist management consultant who was going to a small Vermont town - with or without me - to convince a nice small-town Vermont construction company owner to diversify and morph into a greedy
A fun day with some fungi
I went on a CUESA-organized farm tour last Sunday to Monterey County, about 2 hours south of San Francisco (Jen Maiser was also on the tour and wrote about it at Bay
Postcard from Tunisia: Heaven — I’m in heaven, and my heart beats so…
...that I can hardly blog. I'm in Tunis, and I've finally yanked out the DSL plug fused directly into my brain, in order to enjoy the past few days of serious R&R, while Marc so ably keeps the Ethicurean home fires burning. (Pelosi,
You can take the Ethicurean out of Berkeley…
...but that doesn't mean she won't still be obsessed with the same things. We flew the Dutch airline KLM to Amsterdam, and I was fascinated by the various meals we were given on the plane. For example,
We’re out of food
What's with the empty fridge? Well, in a few hours the Potato Non Grata and I are going on a much-anticipated vacation, first to Holland (to visit family) and then to Tunisia (to visit one of my best friends). I hope to post a few things from the road, but sporadically, as what I really need is a vacation
Postcard from Cowboyland: The barriers to buying local meat in Wyoming
A short time ago, I made a major life decision to join the other disgruntled buffalo in herd-flight from the Northeast to the West Coast. It seemed only fair that if I was going to reject my puritan upbringing so roundly — moving to California being roughly equivalent to joining the circus, as far
Toronto, Ontario – Part Two
Note: This is the second part of a 2-part series about my visit to Toronto, Ontario. Part One can be found here. "Pass the peas!" "Pass the chicken!" "Pass the matzah!" One thing about visiting family: You
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Hurray for Hogtown (or as some call it, Toronto)
To celebrate Passover, a time when the Jews wandered 40 years in the desert searching for the land of milk & honey, Noshette and I wandered 4 hours westward in search of organic milk and wild honey (and some other sustainable foods). Noshette was born and raised in Toronto, so we were going there
Focus on Florida Food – Part II
Josh's Organic Market - Hollywood, Florida After our 1-nighter in the Gulf Coast of Florida, where we saw a memorable Leon Redbone concert and enjoyed a good meal of local fish and seafood, Noshette of the North
Eating local in the sunshine state – Part I
Noshette and I packed up the sled dogs and shed our parkas to spend some time in warm, sunny Florida. We were there to visit with my mom and to relax a bit before I had rotator-cuff surgery, but also to eat some good food. (Here is a shot of Noshette and a friend sitting by the beach after lunch.
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Moroccan Chicken, or Slaughterhouse Khamsa
I've never been inside a proper slaughterhouse, and I don't have a burning desire to start taking tours. But the most arresting moment of the trip Sir Loin and I took to Morocco last fall was watching men in Marrakesh shop for chickens. To see it for yourself, this is what you have to do. Go to Morocco
Methow: Where our meat comes from
Cascadia Girl over at has a nice write-up of weekending in Methow Valley, including where to stay and what to do. Why the interest here? Methow is where the Butter Bitch and
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