Some years ago, a fairly well-known chef/restaurateur near where I live told the possibly apocryphal story about a conversation she once had with Alice Waters, who had asked her about eating locally in Connecticut. “Alice,” she said, “what the hell am I going to do? Feed my guests turnips eight months out of the year?” […]
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“Honey–? “Hi sweetie, what’s up?” “She brought us seed potatoes–” “Potatoes?” “Potatoes. Heirloom seed potatoes from Iowa, that she schlepped all the way from New Mexico.” And that’s the thing—When Deborah Madison carries seed potatoes all the way from New Mexico and presents them to you at lunch in Manhattan, you plant them. For a […]
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