In early October, I drove deep into Oregon’s wine country twice, but I never had a sip of wine.
Writers, policy makers, chefs, and tv personalities love to strike the “food as community” gong, urging us, their audience, to gather around the table, to cook for each other, to know who grows our food, and to connect over a plate of whatever is freshest and most in season.
After much conversation and anticipation, “Hell Week” had finally arrived for Zenger Farm interns Brad, Brittany, and Aaron.
A lot had changed in the 6 weeks between my first visit to Zenger Farm and the warm late May days of my most recent visits.
While the Portland Farmers Market operates eight prominent markets around the city, there are other local farmers’ markets that exist outside of this official umbrella.
It's no surprise that living in an age of globalized trade and supermarket chains has changed the way we shop for food.
If I had to guess, I'd say that nearly everyone has made blueberry muffins before.
You can barely walk a block in SE Portland without hearing a soft 'cluck cluck' or an insistent 'bok bok' from a back or side yard.
Everyone knows about Portland's rain, but you probably were unaware of the amount of daylight Portland receives.
A few weeks ago, I planned a bike ride that took me from our house in Portland's Sunnyside neighborhood down to the Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden and back, roughly 10 miles in total.
What makes a product so alluring that you'd leave your grocery store line to investigate it?
I already wrote about one way to cook radishes: as a component in a refreshing spring pasta.
We've been in Portland for 10 days and it's rained 8 of those days.
You can never predict the course that friendships will take in your life, and that's certainly been the case with my friendship with Rachel.
The images are in chronological order in the gallery.
My dad is a therapist to troubled adolescent boys, and a good one at that.
Sam and Evi are good friends of ours from Washington, DC.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family and friends.
Working from home has its perks (hot chocolate breaks, cuddles with my cat, sweatshirts), but sometimes I just have to get out of the apartment.
How do I describe the rush of seeing elite athletes run by me, clocking 4:30 minute miles?
I had to mail back (
my) the 85mm lens yesterday.
Our goal this year was to leave the city by 10:30 and eat a picnic lunch on one of the shaded lawns.
I frequently walk between Brooklyn's Park Slope and Carroll Gardens neighborhoods, either via Union Street or Carroll Street.
Note: It was incredibly difficult to narrow each month down to a solitary picture, especially when most months contained trips, birthdays, weddings, and incredible food.
We spent Saturday on Governors Island.
Temperatures climbed and kept climbing this past holiday weekend.
I'm dedicating several of my next posts to pictures from our recent trip to the Dalmatian coast of Croatia.
For the past few weeks, flowers resembling fuzzy orbs have been popping up everywhere.
As the farmers' markets continue their spring time unveiling, you can now find rhubarb at many of the stands.
My parents live on 5 acres on the outskirts of a medium size town in Virginia.
Justin and I took a quick visit to D.C.
Late this past Fall, right after moving to New York, we wandered down to the Dumbo location of the Brooklyn Flea.
Until moving to Brooklyn, I was unaware of the relative insanity that surrounds the start of ramp season.
I was unaware of exactly how delicious and fleeting pea shoots were until they became a surprise addition in our Garden of Eve CSA share this past weekend.
The Brooklyn Bridge Park is a massive undertaking.
This particular Dogwood tree outside of our apartment was a blink or you'll miss it situation.
Saturday ended up being sunnier than expected, so we made an impromptu decision to go to the top of Rockefeller Center (Top of the Rock) on our way to the Museum of Modern Art.
This past week of warm weather has me completely spoiled.
This past weekend, I had the chance to visit The Stone Barns Center for Food and Agriculture.
After watching with increasing horror as the snow piled up in Washington, DC, where we used to live, we're finally getting our own taste of winter weather.
Yesterday, we took advantage of the refreshing sunny weather to wander through Central Park.