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November 18th, 2009
On Monday night, I put on my gameface and set about the task of making mozzarella.
This longstanding goal of mine is something that many (most) have questioned. Why would I want to make mozzarella when: 1. It's easier to buy, and 2. It'll probably taste better from the store, anyway?
Middlebury College President Ronald Liebowitz landed on Time Magazine’s list of the top 10 college presidents in the country this week, earning kudos for pushing environmental initiatives at the college.
This weekend in Boston, my friends and I were eager for a more cost-efficient meal, since eating out was draining our wallets. There were four of us — me, Sean, Shira and Jaime — and the plan, as these things often do, ballooned in complexity as dinner drew closer. First it was chicken breasts and kale and rice, and then it was breaded chicken and wild rice, and then it was chicken with white wine, cream and mushroom sauce with brown rice and kale, crème brulee, and an appetizer of brie cheese, bread and wine.
Seniors at Middlebury College are studying the harvesting standards for biomass at the college's new biomass plant, which the college fired up last winter.
There's something unusual about sweet potatoes. They're an in-between vegetable, more sweet than savory, just as comfortable in dessert dishes as they are in dinner dishes.
I knew all this, but I'd never really cooked anything with them. Sweet potato fries, roasted root vegetables, sweet potato pie…that was about where my list of possibilities ran out.
I spent much of this week pulling together information for a two-part set of articles about slaughterhouses in Vermont, which you can read here and here.
Will Stevens plucked heads of garlic apart, throwing each clove into the empty crate beside him. It was a Wednesday morning at Golden Russet Farm in Shoreham, and the day was just getting started.
“All you need is a little leverage,” he said, pulling off a particularly stubborn clove.
David, who was at the farm interviewing to work next season, was also separating cloves.
“Is that a life lesson or a garlic lesson?” he asked.
“A little of both, I guess,” said Will.
I didn’t really intend to play Quidditch again. I played in the first Quidditch World Cup at Middlebury College, back when it was definitely not a "World Cup."
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