In the Bar dell'Orso on the road to Montalcino I needed a break from all the espresso shots I was kicking back. Instead, I wanted to just sit and sip at a coffee. Take my time. Enjoy it. I asked…
On Wednesday I leave for ten days in Tuscany. I've been to Italy a number of times but never Tuscany and I haven't been back to Italy since my last visit to Venice in 1998. Needless to say I'm excited…
"Albeit they have neyther meadows, nor pastures, nor arable grounds neare their city...they have as great abundance of victuals, corne and fruites of all sorts whatsoever...being plenteously ministred unto them from Padua, Vicenza, and other bordering townes and places of…
Green chile was a regular ingredient at breakfast growing up. I think the only thing my father didn’t put it in were the pancakes, but I’m sure he wanted too. Given that I grew up on spicy and have a…
The Porter was the best. In the glass it was brown and turned ruby where the light shined through the liquid. The head was a nice auburn and the taste was a perfect mix of chocolate, coffee and the slightly…
Ed Fenzl is a practical man. "I like things that are functional, easy to maintain, going to last at least five to eight years … that's my only criteria." The mustached former parks superintendent and landscape contractor credits much of…
Near the greenhouse, Ty Minton found a big, fat fuzzy caterpillar and he wasn't sure what, exactly, it was. "I was so excited," he said. "I ran inside, grabbed the iPad and raced back out here before it was gone…
"The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings." ~ Masanobu Fukuoka The magpies sat in the apple tree that sheltered the corn. They were large and thick…
Everyone was yelling. You notice all the shouting about the same time the fetid reek of salt, tin, ammonia and decay smacks you in the nose. “¡Permiso! ¡Permiso! ¡Cuidado!” A short man in a mustache and green apron pushed past…
There is a memory of the Bounty’s William Bligh in the form of a tree in the Jamaican mountains outside of Kingston. It should be obvious by now that I have a thing for historic travelers. I’m not sure how…
This is the place to spend your Saturday morning in Santa Fe, New Mexico. My friend Maria Elena and I took the five minute stroll over to the Santa Fe Farmers Market at the the re-furbished rail yard area from where we…
A string of visitors have graced my doorstep the past few months and as I’ve lead them through the delights of northern New Mexico cuisine one question comes up again and again. What is posole? Well, it all starts way…