Category: Food and Drink
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Don't Call Me Shrimp
I am a King Prawn, okay? I will not eat them Mr. Pimp I will not eat those pinky shrimp. I will not eat them set ablaze. I will not eat them in souffles. I will not eat them with a dip. I will not eat them on a chip. I will not eat them…
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Chowhound ALIVE!
the spork carries no shame No disrespect to the fabulous AZ, but he isn’t the original Chowhound. For those of us with a driving desire to scour the cities of the world in search of the best grimy taco stand, Jim Leff is our Top Dog. He’s the food writer who created Chowhound, a community…
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A Chocolate Fig
I sometimes miss my chance to support the local-food-movement, mainly because many Saturday mornings come at the expense of Friday night revelry and not even the promise of a breakfast brat could lure me to the market. With the opening of Golden Fig & River Chocolate Company Fine Foods on Grand Ave. in St. Paul,…
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Magic Potion
No one ever added more acreage to the Roman Empire than Julius Caesar (the Roman geezer). Until his time, Roman territory in what is now France was the relatively narrow sliver along the Mediterranean coast that is still called Provence, precisely because it was the original Roman province. In ten years Caesar took over all…
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Market Frenzy
Like many food tourists, I’m driven to seek out local markets—public, farmers, indoor, outdoor—everywhere I travel. Invariably, I end up wandering the aisles awash with both wonder and jealousy. In Vancouver, the booths and stands crowded into the Granville Island Public Market nearly bring me to tears with their spectacular selection of fresh fish and…
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How's it growing?
I’ve been to the Mill City Farmers Market over the last two weekends. I’m very happy with the blue sheep’s cheese from Shepherd’s Way Farms and the great-for-ice-cream milk from Cedar Summit Farms. I was going to give it one more weekend and blog about my planned yak’s meat purchase, but now there’s Gertrude. I…