On stage at the Basque Center in Boise, farmer Casey O’Leary cuts through the air with an imaginary blade as she sings out a self-penned, seed-centric poem. “Slicing self-consciously, subconsciously stabbing the dense, orange sponge top of my Halloween prop, I’m pondering the wisdom in the combining of red wine and knife.” The 31-year-old O’Leary...
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Right behind the Karcher Mall in Nampa, Idaho you would never guess that there is a family growing up to 1,000 tomato plants—many of them will have ripe tomato by the 4th of July. Jim and Elaine Jenkins, found an acre of land with a small house on it and decided to call it...
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I sat beside a man from Hollywood, California on a plane He said he had rich and famous friends, he liked droppin’ names I said ‘Howdy do, that’s good for you, I dig a lot of those actors, But son you ain’t got a thing on me, see I got friends with tractors’ –From...
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Fans of fermentation often sound like they’re camped on the far fringes of the foodie movement. They’re frequently portrayed as dumpster-diving neo-hippies with a hunger for the culinary dark side: lovers of bacteria, festering yeasts and the nearly rotted flesh the most fervent call “high meat.” Fermentation is, after all, a kind of controlled decomposition,...
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A sizable crowd gathered outside the Boise City National Bank Building on First Thursday, Feb. 3. The anxious throngs weren’t there to gawk at art or swirl nips of local wine, but rather to catch a glimpse inside the recently renovated space that will soon house downtown’s newest eatery, Fork. Serving the oh-so-common but difficult...
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Well, this is a website about food and agriculture in the Northwest, after all, and since you won’t find a more diligent pair of local food enthusiasts than the couple depicted in this video (or at least I hope not), it’s only fair to include it here for purely educational purposes . . .
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My ideology seized me the night before, as I sobbed and blindly transferred the girls from their usual roosts one by one into the plastic dog carrier that would be their final sleeping quarters, fumbling in the dark until my shaking hands would poke a startled squawk and give away their otherwise stone sleeping...
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