My co-Hort Ryan and I are feeling rosy right now as we get ready for our (get ready for this:) twelfth Valentine’s Day together this weekend. Back in 2004 we did the prix fixe thing with steak frites at Jules, followed by wandering in and...
Over the past several weeks, Chantal and I have been operating the Horticult from opposite coasts. This year I performed my annual training for the Naval Reserves in Charleston, South Carolina — a.k.a. Lowcountry, a.k.a. the Holy City, a.k.a. Chas — a complete shift from...
Is there a fruit more loaded — with innuendo, with mythological baggage, with outrageously potent nectar — than the fig? Cleopatra fancied them, and Bacchus wore them on his head. Its flowers are actually inside its "fruit." They were the very first Olympic prize, given out...
“I felt like I needed a detox from my life,” Yovana Mendoza explains early into our visit to the Hillcrest Farmer’s Market, moments before cracking open a ‘White Genoa’ fig in the most gorgeous way imaginable. “I was always a really big party girl. Alcohol,...