Delicious because of its simplicity: rediscovering Indian food with Sujata Singh
She shares her recipe for Baingan ka Chokha and tells a startling truth about curry.
Here's a thought exercise: travel anywhere in the US, walk into an Indian restaurant, any Indian restaurant, and odds are pretty good that wherever you go, the experience will be mostly the same.
What happens when you get farmers, producers and buyers in a room?
Well, pretty much everything.
A few Fridays ago, something really special happened in Sewanee, Tennessee.Gathered around five or six round tables inside a Methodist church, a group of regional farmers, growers and producers met with buyers and grocery store owners.The day's goal: to plan out next year's growing season.
How to belong to beautiful places: instructions by Wendell Berry.
On Nov. 17, his film's coming to Chattanooga.
In 1965, Wendell Berry left a teaching job in NYC and moved with his family to a farmhouse in Henry County, Kentucky. There, he began his abundant writing career: more than 80 books of essays, novels and poetry, all of which seem to revolve around naming both what's been lost and the path back to it.
Dedicated to all the men and women in our local food industry who rely on the kindness of strangers to earn a living.
Within American capitalism, I can only think of one other class of laborer whose livelihood – day in, day out – exists in such a vulnerable, trusting and insecure position.Servers.
The beautiful story of Brian McDonald and the connective tissue between us all.
There are 17 items offered. Mushroom grits. Blackened trout. Cheesecake. Okra with beet hummus, bee pollen, pickled onion, honey, cilantro and naan.And nearly all the ingredients are locally-sourced.
One month in ... we'd buy you all coffee if we could.
It's Chattanooga Coffee Week and we'd buy all of you a cup if we could.
One month ago, we launched Food as a Verb, telling local food stories you can’t find anywhere else.You responded with open arms, supporting and subscribing in such generous ways.
Four generations and 4,000 birds: the straight-truth story of one farmer building community and connection.
Not all eggs are the same.
The summer sun rises above us at Sequatchie Cove Farm in Marion County, Tennessee. The flock of 2,000 Novogin laying hens is protected by a series of strands of moveable electric fencing. A white Pyrenees moves through the flock with authority of soldier guarding the wall. Full of summer freedom, a boy rides by on an electric dirt bike followed by a pick-up carrying a flat bed of garlic harvested earlier that day.
Farm to Crag: what's it really mean to be an outdoor city?
Let's expand what it means to be an outdoor city.
Chattanooga – twice named Outside's Best City – is known coast to coast for our outdoor identity. Name any outdoor sport – minus skiing – and we offer it in gorgeous abundance.
Call Me Sully: the death-and-life story of your neighborhood oat dealer
Meet Ian "Sully" Sullivan.
Over the last year, Ian “Sully” Sullivan has served some three thousand bowls of oatmeal to Chattanoogans. He’s the owner of The Oatmeal Experience, a food truck that specializes in specialty oatmeal he says “aren’t your granny’s oats.”
My best friend is working on a Toyota with a malfunctioning alarm system. Every time you put the key into the ignition, the car alarm blares and won’t stop. It's an awful sound and paralyzing: you can't drive the car with a blaring, honking alarm. But, to fix the car, you must start it, which triggers the alarm and makes working for more than five minutes unbearable and crazy-making.
Think you know coffee? Get to know Spencer Perez and you'll see the world in a brand new way.
Get to know Spencer Perez – founder of Coffee Machine Service Co. and our city's espresso machine repairman – and you'll see the world – and coffee – in brand new ways.
Here at Who Knows Why Farm, there’s a very wide gap – a maddeningly, comically wide gap – between my vision for growing vegetables and the reality of what actually happens.
Three of us were harvesting milky oats on Cagle Mountain, swish-swishing through the grain, white clouds floating in a blue summer sky, when we all just stopped speaking.