Produce

It’s all vile to me Carob. Whole Wheat. Carrot Juice. No McDonald’s. Staples in my diet as a child. I wasn’t allowed to eat at McDonald’s as a kid. I was convinced it was some bastion of great tasting food because all my friends ate there often and thought their food was great. I’d whine and cry about not being able to ...
Give me a C. Give me an S. Give me an A. One of the great things about living in the Willamette Valley is our local produce. The Willamette Valley used to be a lake (Lake Allison) a bazillion years ago and as such we have some nice soil here. As I was plucking some tomatoes off my vines the other day, I decided to share with ...
A day at the market I am a first generation American: my mother was from Finland and my father from Greece. I was fortunate to be able to go to Finland several times as a child and spend time with my grandparents and cousins. One of my memories was walking downtown with my grandmother to the local farmer’s market. Despite ...
In search of the perfect strawberry… I always relish June 1 every year. Typically Oregon strawberries start to ripen and are just waiting to be plucked and eaten. Every year we take the kids to a local u-pick and pick strawberries. We eat a lot of them over the winter so we pick a bunch and freeze them. There is nothing ...