One of Food Biker’s goals is to shed light on what we all have in common by showcasing the amazing variety of food available right here at home in the good old US of A. And while there are occasionally “food politics” that crop up in the comments and posts, sitting down at a table together and talking over a meal can really help us remember that we are all part of the same crazy stew we call the United States of America–not just red state corn dog lovers or blue state heirloom tomato growers. (Given the chance, just so you know, I happily eat both corn dogs and heirloom tomatoes as my culinary cravings transcend...
Happy Halloween, everyone.
Somehow it feels that anything I post today may seem frivolous, knowing full-well that millions of people have been affected by Hurricane Sandy. While I live in Boston, I’m still a New Yorker at heart. I was born there, grew up there, and it breaks my heart to see such extensive damage in New York and the greater tri-state area. My heart goes out to everyone dealing with the devastation.
So maybe, in my own small way, I can entertain you for a few moments.
Today is Halloween.
And Halloween means candy.
I did not grow up in a world where candy was just laying around. If I happened to be lucky, my grandmother...
Your ice cream life is about to change, Food Biker fans.
One of my dreams came true the other weekend, where I was out in Western Massachusetts at my folks place, and I went into the local Price Chopper supermarket to grab a few dinner ingredients for “arroz con...
Okay… Most all the apples from a few weeks ago have disappeared, having largely been made into apple crisp. It was time to go forage again, instead of hitting the supermarket.
It turns out that many of the apples on the trees have already disappeared, and what you see here is a mixture...
By posting about a major restaurant chain such as Friendly’s, I’m aware that I’m putting my culinary reputation at stake. Don’t worry, dear reader. I make it a habit of frequently supporting small, local restaurants and purchasing my goods from local purveyors.
However, I’m never one to be pigeonholed into a particular culinary category as I’d never want to be accused of being some sort of culinary snob or elitist.
Life’s too short to not eat what you enjoy, right? Eating a culinary treat from a major chain, albeit once in a blue moon, really isn’t the worst thing in the world you can do.
When I heard last week that...
Yes, these are apples.
These are not “usufructs.” There is no fruit called “Usufruct.”
However, “usufruct” is a term that originates from the terms “use” and “fruits,” referring in this case to “the legal right of using and enjoying the fruits or profits of something belonging to another.”
These are a bunch of apples that were picked during a walk in Berkshire County, MA. They’re not pretty, and odds are you’d miss their parent apple trees if you weren’t slowly strolling by and noticing all the apples littering the ground under the tree.