By LOUISE DIXON Associated Press LONDON — Lance Forman’s family has been producing traditional smoked salmon in London for four generations, and he says the smoking process hasn’t changed much since those early days. H. Forman and Son has long supplied some of London’s finest ...
WALLA WALLA, Wash. (AP) — Southeastern Washington has been producing high-quality wines for decades. But in the past five years, the wineries of the Walla Walla Valley have drawn international accolades for the reds — particularly syrahs — produced from the unique soil just across the border in Oregon. Grapes grown in the six square miles known as The Rocks District of Milton-Freewater absorb the minerals from the distinctive basalt cobblestones, resulting in savory, earthy wines that have been compared to those of France’s northern Rhone Valley. In 2014, The Rocks was ...
Whether it’s with s’mores around a campfire, a family recipe around the dinner table or the whole neighborhood for a backyard barbecue, food brings people together. That feeling of comfort and camaraderie that comes with those gatherings is just what Scott Arbour and Theresa Sell, ...
By KATIE WORKMAN Associated Press In the last warm weeks of summer, it’s hard to imagine that today’s tomatoes, corn, peaches and other late-summer bounty will soon be just memories. But wait, they don’t have to be. With a bit of forethought, and a bit of time, we can safeguard ...
By AMY GRIGAS Journal Staff Writer MARQUETTE — Prohibition on alcohol was passed into law in 1919 and went into effect across the nation in January 1920. But before that, individual states were able to vote on banning booze, and Michigan was an early supporter. Michigan was the first state to vote on and approve Prohibition, and it was also the first state to vote to reverse the law when it ended in 1933. These were just some of the facts discussed Wednesday for a Brew History fundraiser at the Marquette Regional History Center. “We always try to come up with ...
I’ve tried to come up with all sorts of different topics to write about, failing brilliantly at each of them. As I sit at my desk at home, my mind goes blank and I start to sweat with consternation and dismay dripping from my armpits. I worry terribly that by agreeing to write a weekly column I’ve made some egregious misstep, and in the peak of a panic, I think, “God, who’s going to want to read about my petty problems and sad, boring life?” Well, if you’re reading this now, then let me apologize. It probably won’t be pretty, and if you tune in next week, I’d question ...
