This spring I started writing a regular beer column for postcity.com that became a weekly affair over the summer. Food With Legs has always been the place where I collect my diverse and eclectic and write about them so it seems appropriate that my beer writing finds a place under this umbrella.
As kids my brothers and I split our time pretty evenly between sports in our backyard and sports out front in the driveway. In the frontyard we played under a lot of rules that pertained to not get running over by a car; there were a few out back but the one I really remember is: “Don’t Eat The Mushrooms.” (more…)
This Spring brought bad news from apple farmers. The early weather caused trees to bloom ahead of schedule and then a late frost killed the flowers and young fruit. The wild trees I usually forage apples from were bare. Our best source, actually, has been Not Far From the Tree picks from which we’ve brought home more than fifty pounds of apples. Needless to say, that’s more than two people can eat before they go bad and one of the ways we dealt with the surplus was by making apple butter. (more…)
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