- Your Voice
Is there an opening in your Saturday morning calendar? Hit the Oro Valley Farmer's Market.
When I first learned that the Community Food Bank offers gardening classes, I thought, “What will they put forth next? Pastry art?”
Ten years ago, a University of Mississippi grad student decided to put together a symposium about Southern food.
Calling all locavores: It’s celebration time! Gary Nabhan has come home.
Laura Marble/The Explorer, Gary Nabhan has devoted his career to protecting America's food diversity by founding groups such as the national Renewing America's Food Traditions collaborative, doing field research and writing books.
Explorer file photo, Native SEEDS Search, a seed collection organization with a store on Fourth Avenue, was founded by Gary Nabhan.
In the mid-1990s, a woman in Berkeley, Calif., spotted graffiti on a school in her neighborhood and mourned the place’s neglected appearance.
Paul Schwennesen stares squint-eyed at one corner of his mesquite-covered property and draws a hand to his mouth to holler.
Courtesy of the Schwennesens, Paul and Sarah Schwennesen run Double Check Ranch, where their daughter, Katherine, is growing up. The Schwennesens also have a baby boy.
Recently, I crashed a school field trip at Agua Linda Farm.
If the people of Tucson ever saw fit to elect a local cuisine guru, it would almost certainly have to be Chef Janos Wilder.
Courtesy of Janos Wilder, Chef Janos Wilder works with local farmers to serve garden-fresh food at Janos Restaurant on the grounds of the Westin La Paloma Resort.
Once in a great while, somebody comes up with a question so perfect that it brings a whole corner of your life into sharp relief and fills you with charity.
Courtesy of Seventy-Sixth Avenue Press, Jean Johnson's book "Cooking Beyond Measure" features simple and quick recipes for fresh-from-the-garden vegetables such as this butternut squash topped with cottage cream.
The smoky smell of charred poblano flesh permeated the air Saturday at the Oro Valley Farmers Market. My nose led me to the source — a hand-cranked roaster obscured by a crowd of people waiting for bagsful.
My first trip to a farmers market felt like grocery store hooky.