Part 2: My Unexpected Food Journey Continues

Part 2: My Unexpected Food Journey Continues

Standing by the kitchen table, the cold pizza in the carryout box looked and smelled so good. Irresistibly good. On my way home from a local consulting job, I had picked up a pizza at a local variety store. (Here in Maine, that’s how we roll.) Pizza is normally...
A Health Crisis Invokes an Unexpected Food Journey

A Health Crisis Invokes an Unexpected Food Journey

The other night I ate grass-fed, organically raised spareribs. That singular act determined this week’s column would be different. As the first of a series, it’s from a more personal perspective but it’s time to tell my story in the hope that it will help other...