Ice can be much more than frozen water. Remember that time you were maybe five years old and your mom and dad took you to a “real” restaurant, where you sat at a shiny red booth and your root beer was served in a glass with a straw and fancy ice cubes? They were smaller…
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The Best Ice Ever
By Tracey Ryder
The (Food) Revolution Will Not be Televised
Farm to Table grows up; past and present leaders reflect on the promise and reality of the movement Small actions can lead to big changes. But we must act. (And if you’re not familiar with the televised revolution reference, it’s to Gil Scott-Heron’s satirical poem and song from the 1970s. It’s relevant. Especially now.) What…
By Joy Manning
Rethinking Hunger: Why Feeding Those in Need Must Focus on Nutrition
Most North Americans are technically “food secure”, having access to enough calories to avoid hunger thanks to government programs, food banks and hunger relief organizations. But the fight against hunger demands more. It’s time to shift our focus to “nutrition security”—so all people have access to the kind of diet that promotes good health and…
Book Review: The Land Remains by Neil D. Hamilton
Finding common ground implies a meeting of minds, a premise upon which we can build consensus. It seems sorely lacking in these politically contentious times. But Neil Hamilton’s The Land Remains reminds us that we already possess a common ground, in the most literal sense. It’s our land, which we ignore at our peril. The…
By Kaori Becker
Share Your Food Enthusiasm and Turn It into a Steady Income
What if you could turn your passion for food into a reliable source of income? I’m not talking about a risky venture like opening a new restaurant, but rather offering food “experiences” through which you share your perspective and skills with hands-on activities for guests. Five years ago, I quit my high school teaching job…
Pinching Back at Green Crabs
Fighting invasive species in Southeastern Massachusetts One of the most intriguing aspects of life along the shoreline is the feeling of perpetual mystery, the suspicion that for every perceptible phenomenon along the wrackline or among the tidepools, a multitude of unknown events transpires. Even a dry-shod lubber poking about in that border zone between land…