Right now, it's hard to go anywhere in New Bern and not see blueberries.  The Farmer's Market has locally grown blueberries from ...

New Bern is a Pepsi town, a fact I discovered in 1992 during our first visit.  We went for lunch at the Chelsea Restaurant downtown and I...

Several months ago, I met a fellow food blogger from Raleigh, Pat Palmer.  Pat, a tried and true Southern gal, was in New Bern for the a...

Coming from the Northeast, I had heard of whoopie pies ( origin Pennsylvania, or perhaps New England, depending on which story you believ...

I've written about home dry-aging of beef before, several times.  Hubby and I have been doing it for a few years now.  In New Jers...

We've lived in New Bern since 1993, but had never set foot in Wrightsville Beach until last Friday.  As we crossed the bridge to ge...

My Sicilian mother-in-law loved Swiss chard.  In my younger years, unfortunately, I was vegetable-averse and never tried it.  In fact, it...