You would think by my beginning that I was making buttermilk pancakes, but the bottle of Pumpkin Ale from Yellow Springs Brewery speaks of more ambitious plans.

You know life is good when reality exceeds dreams.

This week, we brought back tasty treasures from my grandfather’s garden and a lesson in living long and well.

There is Yellow Springs Time and Yellow Springs Potluck Time. Do not confuse the two!

Cooking is a soothing, restorative occupation. After the emotional impact of that first arriving school bus, I find solace in making pasta.

In learning to assert ourselves, the kitchen is a good place to start. And the lesson I’ve discovered with okra is make more.

One of the joys of parenthood is how the magic of my children’s first encounters bring me back to the simpler days of my own childhood.

Here in Yellow Springs, I sacrifice blissfully little in choosing local over exotic.

Given kohlrabi’s storage advantages and handy portion size, it is destined to become my go-to ingredient for home made slaw.

It’s a wonderful event when family makes the long journey to visit… even more fortunate when a spontaneous adventure in cooking breakfast for them comes to happy fulfillment.