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By Claudia Alarcón Photography of Windy Hill Organics goat by Janice Williams On a cool, early fall evening, chefs James Holmes and Andrew Francisco hosted
By Claudia Alarcón Photography of Windy Hill Organics goat by Janice Williams On a cool, early fall evening, chefs James Holmes and Andrew Francisco hosted
By Elizabeth WinslowPhotography by Knoxy I married for love, but if I’m being completely honest, the recipes had something to do with it, too. My
By MM PackPhoto courtesy of TAMU Cushing Memorial Library and Archives For thousands of years, humankind has preserved foods. Via dehydration, heating, cooling, freezing, fermenting,
By Kristi WillisPhotography by Pauline Stevens Early on Monday and Wednesday mornings, in the converted century-old schoolhouse at the Texas Wendish Heritage Society, three women
By Kristi Willis Creating personal cookbooks is an age-old tradition that used to require not only publishing prowess but hour upon hour of labor spent
By Kate PaynePhotography by Jo Ann Santangelo My love of bubbly water began overseas with the confusion over how to answer a waiter when asked
By Jen JacksonPhotography by Jenna Noel When I was in culinary school, once we had an adequate understanding of mirepoix (sautéed onions, carrots and celery),
By Elizabeth WinslowPhotography ©iStockphoto.com/ Robyn Mackenzie Of all of Julia Child’s words of culinary wisdom, my favorite edict is perhaps: “Fat gives things flavor.” In her
By Will PackwoodPhotography by Jenna Noel A little over a decade ago, gnocchi was an unpronounceable word with an even more confusing meaning. Today, gnocchi
By Terry Thompson-AndersonPhotography ©iStockphoto.com/ Robert Linton I attended a culinary school that, at the time, taught a classic French curriculum. That meant no food processors,
By Terry Thompson-AndersonPhotography ©iStockphoto.com/ Robert Linton I attended a culinary school that, at the time, taught a classic French curriculum. That meant no food processors,
By Lucinda HutsonPhotography by John Pozdro Growing up in the West Texas town of El Paso, I’d never heard of chicken-fried steak smothered in gravy,