My father used to say, “The best time in your life is when your children have their feet under your dinner table.” I thought it was funny then, back in the day when I wore plain Mennonite dresses and a traditional white cap to cover errant curls. Eating meals together as a family was as common as breathing.
Whether you’re a maker or simply someone with an appreciation for good work and words, we come to this space to share in the things that exist to bring us together: food, art, nature, and fellowship. It is our namesake, and because of it, we have had the privilege of meeting some wonderful people. Lauren DeFilippo is one such person, and she’s doing so much more than just sharing her photography talents with our magazine and its readers.
Big cities close in on you: fact.
In my formative years, I would stare
out the car window at perfect lines of
leafy fields, rolling like film.
I’m a recovering modern, and it’s hard for me to stay mindful while the world around me moves at breakneck speed. These pigs are my teachers.
Drawing or photograph? That is the question on most minds when they first see the work of Jack Ludlam. His black and white hyperrealist photographs of antique chainsaws, fishing lures, knives, and other tools have gained a large following in the U.S.
Just as shadows are nothing without light to contrast against, the foods prepared here meld saltiness with sweet molasses, a soft creaminess to floury flakiness and piquant spices with creamy savory cheeses, served alongside a dark chocolate Stout.
