Joan’s kitchen structures the whole of her life.
Joan Menefee meditates on her latest baked creation.
What an essay, grape jelly, and my house have in common.
Joan Menefee recalls many holiday seasons behind the counter.
Is hunting the expression of a democratic impulse?
What is a food-writing workshop, anyway?
A call for National Refrigerator Week from an appreciative obsessive.
Now, she plans her summer weekends around fruit-picking.
Her friend Justin turns eating chicken wings into an art.
Nothing is better than lunch on the shoal of a creek after a morning spent fishing.
Finding value in the work of cooking.
Local preserves on a plane? Not so fast.
What are you finding in those funny rectangular boxes?
In which Joan delves deep to determine why she doesn’t use recipes.
A late-night meat-centric blitz in Duluth.
The first in a three-part series on venison-sausage-making.
Economy and mobility: these are cookie virtues.
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