by Maggie Battista
Last weekend, I found a new fruit. Yes, I discovered a new fruit buried beneath a flurry of entwined leaves, leaves that looked like they belonged to some sort of squash. I was picking from the last crop of cherry tomatoes at our organic farm and practically fell into a maze of low, thick, slightly
by Maggie Battista
Forget orange, lime or even pomegranate juices. I’ve been head-over-heels for watermelon juice since the season started and found a glorious way to integrate it into my weekend cocktail hour. You could buy a large melon, scoop out its meat and mash the juice from it. I opt for the easy path. My local farmer’s