Sorry I don’t have much to say about food right now, but I am not feeling very hungry.  This afternoon we are saying goodbye to our darling Gina girl. Regina Marie Puppy, if you want her full name, but always Gina to us. She is 14 and very sick and it’s her time, but oh,…

Sorry you haven’t heard much from me lately. I am in the final stretch of getting research and writing done for Home Grown Indiana, the book Scott Hutcheson and I have coming out next year with IU Press. With all the racketing around and general panic, blogging has somehow fallen by the wayside. As I’ve…

I’m not much of a movie-goer. I think I have some sort of brain defect that prevents me from sitting still for long periods of time while recorded images unfold before me. At the tender age nine I got up in the middle of My Fair Lady and walked home from the theater alone and…

  Fregola Sarda No, it’s not a curse from the new Harry Potter book (doesn’t it sound like one, though? “Harry pointed his wand at the robed figure that launched itself from the shadows and hollered ‘Fregola Sarda,’ just as the green light hit him and the world shattered into small pieces of pasta.”) Anyway,…