There Is a Season

By Carol Ann Sayle
Photography by Jen Reel

As the truism goes, “there is a season to all things. . . .” Weather, plants, animals and humans alike change as the year goes by—and as the years go by. It’s the summer season here and, no surprise, it’s hot out there. Since most of us on this farm are in the second half of our, ahem, personal “seasons,” we quit field work at noon, or by one at the latest. Veteran farm workers often exhibit something called “common sense” and aren’t out to prove they’re above a heatstroke.

Diana Kennedy

Interview By Soll Sussman

Diana Kennedy’s latest book, Oaxaca al Gusto, is an intensive exploration of the fascinating southern Mexican state that she first visited more than 45 years ago. Subtitled An Infinite Gastronomy, the book, published this fall by the University of Texas Press, features about 300 recipes from Oaxaca’s varied regions.

Drink Wild-Yerba Tex-Mate Tea

By Amy Crowell

When it comes to caffeine, I prefer coffee for my fix. I’m addicted to everything about it, from the smell of fresh-ground beans and the taste, to the ritual of making it and the way it inspires me in the morning. I even enjoy a good, slow stroll down the bulk coffee aisle at the supermarket as part of the process. Unfortunately though, there’s nothing native or wild about growing, harvesting and processing coffee. When I want to turn toward a local, free and wild caffeine source, I turn to tea.

The Family Dinner

By Kristi Willis
Photography by Andy Sams

Sitting down for a family dinner is about more than food; it’s a precious ritual—a time to touch base, connect and share laughter and stories. Yet for many, eating in shifts or in front of the TV has become the norm, and those intimate moments for the family to engage are lost. Dinnertime is often when kids learn their family history and traditions, and where they build the trust that helps them make good choices when they’re away from their families.

Homemade Root Beer

By Kate Payne
Photography by Jo Ann Santangelo

I grew up in the Southwest, and as much as I thought I wasn’t a creature of my surroundings, having lived in the suburbs of Phoenix, I still find myself drawn to the more redeeming qualities of life in the desert. I treasure my early exposure to things wild—the idea of outlaws, a prodigious expanse of sky, eccentric desert flora, craggy mountain—all of which resemble each other in some way or another as storied, solitary, impervious and self-sufficient.

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