Bloomington’s finest hours may be in the springtime that earns us our name. We truly are a blooming town; with red buds, dogwoods, fruit trees, daffodils, crocuses and hyacinths, we are a riot of soft and fragrant color these warming days. You can see the difference at the farmers market too. We have only one…

Have I moved to Austin?  No, Hank, but it’s a thought. I haven’t posted in a long, long while not because I’ve been tempted to move geographically, but because I have been contemplating a more fundamental shift – philosophical, ethical, spiritual, or perhaps merely culinary. For more than 25 years I have called myself a…