Jeff Foster fishes for Atlantic herring on the backside of Grand Manan. The fish he catches in wooden weirs are packed and sold by one of North America’s last sardine canneries.
An amateur tinkerer builds a one-ton, text-messaging rocket ship of a malt vessel in his garage in Hadley, Mass. The workshop might just be a kind of Cupertino of craft beer.
A conversation with the author about malted milkshakes, acid-laden paperbacks, book collecting, book-selling, “The Ecstasy of Influence,” and the art of the excerpt.
A bright green sea creature’s slowly making it way onto restaurant menus. Care for 77 words on phytoplankton and phytomignonette?
Wherein I explore the manufacture of mineral water with a tank of carbon dioxide, sodium bicarbonate, and other white powders—all in the confines of my home.
In the glossy, glistening world of celebrity chefs, the 36-year-old food revolutionary stands out for doing well by doing good. But will that be enough to transform our basic biology?