Fruits and veggies deserve more respect

Fruits and veggies deserve more respect

Prairie Fare: Mango Salsa

As I checked our family’s garden the other day, I noted the potential bumper crop of tomatoes coming our way. I recalled a scene from the season we built a raised garden bed. That year, I noticed a few partially eaten tomatoes on the grass outside the raised bed. Eating tomatoes right out of the

Try a new sandwich during ‘National Sandwich Month’

Try a new sandwich during ‘National Sandwich Month’

Prairie Fare: Thai Chicken Wraps

As I was eating a “fancy” grilled cheese sandwich the other day at a hotel restaurant, I thought of the grilled cheese sandwiches of my childhood. The hotel sandwich had some kind of cream sauce, about five kinds of cheese and sliced tomatoes inside. I paid way too much for it. Although I usually eat


Judging food contests tempts the plate

Judging food contests tempts the plate

Prairie Fare: Chocolate Zucchini Snack Cake

My job has a few perks, and judging the occasional food contest ranks among them. I have judged potatoes, beef, ham and pies, to name a few. I judged another food contest a couple of weeks ago. All of the food entries were numbered and placed on tables, and our team of three judges studied

Milk, citric acid, salt, rennet, a stainless steel pot and a thermometer are what you need to make your own cheese.

Say ‘cheese’ for a food science experience at home

Prairie Fare: Summer Vegetable Frittata

Mom, I want to learn to make cheese,” my 17-year-old daughter said. “Cheese?” I responded, wanting to be sure I heard her correctly. “I love cheese. I think it would be a good 4-H project,” she replied. She certainly knows how to get my attention and mentoring. I hadn’t made cheese since I taught basic


green beans

Spillin’ the beans about getting kids to eat vegetables

Prairie Fare: Snappy Green Beans with Basil Dip

If I placed all the green beans I cut as a child from end to end, they’d probably reach from Fargo to Jamestown. Maybe the trail of beans only seems to have covered 100 miles. I became quite efficient at cutting beans after modifying my cutting techniques. I tried several different knives and finally decided

Tips on naturally recycling your kitchen wastes

Tips on naturally recycling your kitchen wastes

Prairie Fare: Spinach Artichoke Dip (Slow Cooker)

Julie, Julie, how does your garden grow?” people often ask me when inspired by my maiden name. Yes, that reminds me of the “Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?” nursery rhyme. Fortunately, people leave out the “quite contrary” part. Well, they usually do. This year, my garden has hosted rabbits enjoying buffets


Foods that help you take care of your eyes

Foods that help you take care of your eyes

Prairie Fare: Asian-Style Cobb Salad and Avocado Egg Cups

Mom, I’ll help you,” my 11-year-old daughter said. I think I detected a smirk on her face. “No, I can do it,” I replied with a bit of determination in my voice. “No, really, I can do it for you,” my daughter persisted. She definitely had a smirk on her face this time. I squinted,

juicy barbecue steaks

Do you know the four Cs of grilling success?

Prairie Fare: Southwestern Marinade recipe

While growing up in Minnesota, having a “barbecue” meant having a bun with a cooked mixture of ground beef, ketchup, brown sugar, mustard and some spices. In school, we called these sandwiches “sloppy joes” if they were served on slices of bread. Then I moved to North Dakota, where people talked about having “slush burgers.”


glass and pitcher of milk

Have you applauded a cow lately?

Prairie Fare: Cheesy Tortilla Mini Pizzas

As I finished my glass of ice-cold milk, I thought about my now 20-year-old son’s comments many years ago. He always has enjoyed milk. When he was a toddler, we would hear his tiny voice saying “want milk” in the early-morning hours. He wanted his milk and cereal pronto. One day, as our toddler gazed

rhubarb on a cutting board

Can rhubarb become toxic?

Prairie Fare: Rhubarb Cake

Do you remember the “telephone” game? You might have played it when you were a kid. In the game, one person whispers a message into the ear of the person next to him or her, then that person repeats the message to the person next to him or her and so on. By the end