Like that biblical forbidden fruit, one bite of quince gave me a new understanding of Earthly possibilities.
A few words from our editor Gabrielle Langholtz.
In some gardens, cucumbers and kale are just a side benefit.
I purchased the worms with the best intentions.
I envisioned stories on scallops and seltzer, irrigation and infusions.
Sure, this issue works as a to-drink list. But I didn’t just want to serve you a hedonistic roundup of bars to hit and bottles to buy.
Innovators in bread, mushrooms, and on the table.
The only acid I’ve been dropping is the kind you find in late-summer tomatoes and early-autumn apples, and my idea of a jam band…
Rather his goal was to revive a marketplace where Manhattanites have bought local food for centuries, to nurture nascent artisan endeavors, to build community and to introduce thousands of New Yorkers to one another over food that is indeed good, clean and fair.
We might be short on open acres but here in the shadows of skyscrapers we’re enjoying a bumper crop of agricultural innovations.
These makers and mongers aren’t reviving old traditions. They’re building something entirely new.
This issue serves up stories about bottle businesses for which delectability is only one objective.