Let’s (not) do lunch

You would think someone who loves eating and all things relating to food as much as I do would be nuts about lunch.

Farmers walk a delicate tightrope

“There were times we wondered how we kept from starving to death, but as long as mama had eggs from our laying hens after she had sold enough to fill orders, we knew we would survive. We felt lucky when papa brought rabbit home from the woods, and if there were still carrots and onions

Mother’s words convey joy of season

It’s been quite a while since I shared with you one of my columns written for Farm and Dairy by my mother, Berenice T. Steinfeld, who used the pen name “Aunt Teek” for her weekly columns form 1952 to 1965, the year of her death. But going through the box in which she kept her

Ultimate trick is the scary treat

Obviously, it is never too early for me to start scheming – and worrying – about where my next sugar rush will come from.

1920 Organics is homegrown happiness

Sam Augusta and his fiance have turned what used to be his grandfather’s dairy in Salem into a flourishing organic farm.

Watching for signs

Old MacDonald had a cow
Old MacDonald had a pig
… or once he did!
Now the yellow ‘dozers dig

RANDOLPH, Ohio – Be careful driving through Portage County.

Hearth to Heart: Mission Accomplished?

Three steps higher than the rest of our church’s sanctuary, Carol and I noted how much hotter the air felt in just that slightly elevated area where we took our turn as elders during our Sunday worship service.

New tomato packs extra cancer-fighting punch

A team of scientists has developed a tomato that contains as much as three times more of the cancer-fighting antioxidant lycopene.

Ohio Proud program: Pride shows through 10-year success

Logo program creates awareness of Ohio-made products, educates consumers about agriculture.

Meat and potatoes: A look back at life through food

Probably 20 years ago, I was prevailed upon by my late cousin Peg Townsend to write down recollections from my childhood. At first I was reluctant, but I finally did it. The following ramblings are excerpted from those memories through what we ate on our farm during the 1940s. Sweet as sugar. Before the war,