When from the distant past nothing remains, after the beings have died, after the things are destroyed and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, yet more vital, more insubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment,…
The Holiday Spirit – Wild Rice with Winter Greens, Lemon, Pine Nuts and Raisins
The drinking started at nine. A.M. The singing started around noon. Both continued for another twelve hours. Our neighbor and his friends assemble in his back yard almost every weekend, but last Saturday’s festivity was particularly impressive. It was as though they were in training for the holidays. There were no women in sight —…
Episode 2 : Autumnal Chard and Roasted Beets
Garbo Speaks: My First Video
Mushroom Risotto
Those of my ilk were once considered Pythagoreans, as in Pythagoras. Best known as ancient Greece’s math geek extraordinaire, Pythagoras was also into music and philosophy. It’s believed his own personal ethos abjured killing and eating animals, a practice followed by vegetarians for generations to come. The word vegetarian itself had to wait until the…
Imagine the Real Food Project
Crackerman is a German baker with an expansive soul and a soft spot for sausage. I am a nervous American vegan. This is not the stuff of bad sitcom but a true, strange and beautiful friendship. We get together and talk about literature, family, travel, ghosts, but mostly about food and the way we wish…
Revolutionary Moroccan Carrot Salad
I am not a vegansexual. This is a vegan who won’t have sex with nonvegans. I sleep with the enemy. I’m married to a meat-eater. He was such when I married him, I was a vegetarian who has since gone vegan. Call it crazy love. Occasionally, we have differences of opinion. We work it out….
Nourishing Quinoa
You know, I’d been wondering if there’s something wrong with me. I haven’t been able to gain purchase on my life. I’ve had a month of being low of spirit, run down of bod, fuzzy of the brain, nothing at all fun. At first, I ignored it — denial has always been my favored coping…
Community Peel and Eat Fava Bean Dip
Moroccans don’t go to supermarkets, they go to the souks. They haggle with the vendors, they study the wares — barrows full of thistly wild artichokes, bins of lustrous purple eggplants, baskets of fresh, fragrant mint, pyramids of dried apricots and figs, pillar-sized jars of spices, piles of grains and dried beans. People cook together…
Market Economy
What brings together the mayor of Miami, Miami’s greatest chef, Homestead farmers, Haitian refugees, tatted hipsters, Overtown residents and guys in suits? Jewel-like heirloom tomatoes. And fresh, locally grown collards, carrots, eggplants, green beans, loquats and more. It all happens at Roots in the City, Miami’s newest farmers market and magical convergence of cultures. Well,…
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