Off the Menu
There’s no such thing as business as usual when it comes to the food economy on Martha’s Vineyard.
On a cold December day on an Island seven miles out to sea, when the skies are a dozen shades of gray and you skip-splash over the puddles of melting...
In the early days, before my mother got all fancy on us and started making things like Norwegian Krumkakes and Mexican Wedding Cookies, her holiday...
By now it is no secret that I am smitten with the idea of eating as much local food as possible, for as long as possible.
For years I hauled a rosemary plant inside in the winter, back outside in the spring. That darn thing lived for years, and I was very attached to it.
Staring at the onions, carrots and potatoes on my cutting board, I realized that each of the ingredients had come from my garden.
Out in Katama, on a grassy plain that runs out of green only when it crashes into a blue horizon, a flock of 50 heritage turkeys live the good life.
The Back Porch has something we really don’t have anywhere else on this Island — a distinctly urban vibe.
The fire was not yet roaring when I dashed inside the Ag Hall, dodging raindrops to make my way to the first Winter Farmers’ Market of the season.