Growing up in Central Oregon, there wasn't much of a dining scene outside of steaks, burgers and baked potatoes. The one shining ligh...

Okay, I give. Yesterday I was out on a walk and I saw the neighbor's lilac bush starting to bloom. And another neighbor's dogwood...

I was fortunate to be invited to this event, charmingly called a Squash Party, by Lane Selman of the Culinary Breeding Network . As the v...

They used to be called "butcher's cuts" or "butcher's favorites" because they were the unglamorous, but often...

The following is an edited version of an original report that was published on the Friends of Family Farmers' Muckboots in the Capito...

Great cookbooks are more than just the sum of the recipes they contain. Gorgeous photos and recipes can stimulate both the mind and appet...

On the eve of its seventh anniversary, Hopworks Urban Brewery , the only all-organic brewery in Oregon—and one of the few in the U.S.—has...

Mekong Bistro claims to be Portland's only Cambodian restaurant, and I'm willing to bite. From a brief visit at happy hour—midwe...

My friend Kathryn is a Southern gal through and through. The lilt of the Kentucky hills is still there in her voice, despite growing up ...

I've never been a big fan of ketchup, even as a kid. On French fries I prefer aioli, and condiments like chutney, sriracha and hariss...

This year my family is considering subscribing to a share in a CSA, the acronym for Community Supported Agriculture, which means buying a...

The picture above arrived via text message from Kevin Gibson of Davenport . "Local," was the caption, though the creature pic...

Spring has come early to the fields of the Willamette Valley, evidenced by the bins of sweet green things I saw while wandering the aisle...

I love contributor Anthony Boutard's essays precisely because he never gets right to the point. Instead I'm taken on a journey on...

Happy days are here again, though they're not so much salad days as bread days. For those who've been in on the drama for the las...

A friend of ours is what I think of as a modern-day Renaissance man…an arts administrator in his day job, he's also an accomplished p...

Sometimes it's all about satisfying a craving. It could be a jones for a particular flavor: the deep spiciness of smoky chiles in a r...

Ever been down and music lifted you up? Ever been feeling queasy and picked up an instrument, then forgot all about your discomfort? That...