Everyone complains about roommates. From puking in closets, stealing food or never even returning, we’ve heard some pretty wild stories about those with whom we share our lives and our bills.
Spring break diets may come and go, but when it comes to satisfying that urge to splurge on calories, bacon is forever. Quirky, kitschy and downright goofy-looking, bacon is America’s gastronomic sweetheart, but what’s with all the hoopla that surrounds pig belly meat anyway?
If you live in Chapel Hill and shop at the grocery store, you’ve probably seen the glass Maple View milk jars available in the dairy section. But are you familiar with the story behind the milk or conscious of the business that produces it? Us either.
Here in the South, when we say “Moonshine,” we’re probably not talking about the cosmos. “White lightning,” as many have called it, is not uncommon in liquor cabinets and comes from a tradition older than the United States.
It’s lunch time at Lenoir — and you are hungry. Maybe you’ve set your eyes on a caprice chicken sandwich, the well-dressed specialty of a new local vendor in Lenoir; or perhaps you packed a colorful salad today with organic greens, even including lettuce’s weird liberal uncle — arugula?
