How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Farm Box

Or: Necessity is the mother of all dinner My first dalliance with farm box deliveries was ended by a head of bok choy. The little cabbage sent me running around town looking for ingredients I had never used and never would use again. Dinner that night was a delicious swan song, a wasabi-laced ode to… Continue reading How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Farm Box