In all the years I’ve lived in Redding, one week ago was my first time to join thousands of other cars for a drive-through community barbecue in Caldwell Park to purchase Styrofoam containers full of barbecued tri-tip or chicken, along… Continue Reading
The North State’s hot weather can leave any time now. Seriously. I’ve had it. I’ve never denied that I’m a heat weenie. But I don’t think I’ve ever admitted how much I hate our North State’s summers. Really. I hate… Continue Reading
Like all edible novelties, I approached my first charcuterie-board experience with curiosity. First, I had to learn how to pronounce the darn thing: “Char cute er what?” According to Wikipedia, the word charcuterie is French, and combines “chair” (flesh or… Continue Reading
I’m a good cook, but I wouldn’t dream of bringing homemade ice cream to a family gathering. I know my place. That honor is reserved for twin Shelly Siler, who’s mastered the art of making a delicious homemade vanilla ice cream. Continue Reading
It’s an unspoken North State rule that we residents don’t complain about our unbearable heat. To do so is considered whiney and in poor form. Instead, we keep our mouths shut and endure successive triple-digit temperatures as if we aren’t… Continue Reading
If I could only keep a handful of cookbooks, “The Silver Palate Cookbook” and “The Silver Palate Good Times Cookbook” would be among them. Continue Reading
It was barely 24 hours before Mary Trevor’s deadline to drop off a carload of Shasta District Fair entries, yet she had the non-plussed, unhurried air of someone who’d done this a few times — or 40 — before. The… Continue Reading
On a recent Saturday morning, lavender farmers Gary and Rocio Parkinson had been up and working since 5:30 a.m.; typical farmers’ hours at the couple’s 29 Rows Lavender Farm in Happy Valley. The scent of lavender wafted by on a… Continue Reading
In the early 1900s a young woman, her husband and baby boy left their Greek homeland for passage to the United States to start a new life. Inside her coat she’d sewn a generational secret; a small bundle of oregano… Continue Reading
The word “addiction” might be a tad strong when it comes to describing Teresa Moravec’s obsession with irises, but just barely. Moravec traces her love of all flowers to her mother and grandmother. “I’ve always loved gardening,” Moravec said as… Continue Reading
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