The Brattleboro Farmers’ Market is a little over an hour’s drive from our place in northwestern MA, but, much to my surprise, it’s only a mere 45 miles — albeit on twisting country roads and over the beautiful Green Mountains. (Why isn’t Vermont Monts Verts, I always wonder…) Well within the 100-mile diet we try [...]

This morning, over pain a la ancienne and strong coffee with cream, I read a striking passage in a book of essays by Wendell Berry. I turned it over in my head a few times — it seemed right, and timely, working as I am right now full-time on launching a new project. Here it [...]

On Saturday morning I went out for my usual early-morning walk with Bix, down by the riverside. It was just after eight, but instead of feeling bleary-eyed, I was alert, almost tingling. I watched the river rush past the sandy shore and saw, right in front of me, the unfurling fronds of ferns. Just weeks [...]

A sure sign of spring in New York City is the arrival of fiddlehead ferns and ramps in the Union Square Greenmarket. Through the wet, gray winter I’d pined for those first green leaves’ arrival, and nearly leaped for joy when I finally spotted them some late April morning on the way to my old [...]

Today we received our first spring greens from semi-local Sidehill Farm. We carpool with friends to pick up veggies from their greenhouse. This week: teenaged chard (above — I’m calling it that, since it’s not baby, but not big), bok choi, white radishes, pea shoots (LOVE), salad mix, and spinach. Spring is here!
Tonight we sauteed [...]