When pairing wine with food, most hosts and hostesses know that red goes with red meat and white pairs with fish.
Wisconsin ranks No. 2 on a survey of love for the green-bean casserole, that apparent favorite of Thanksgiving Day side dishes.
Del Monte conducted the survey, which it called the Del Monte Green Bean Index, and released it just days before the holiday, when an estimated 30 million green-bean casseroles will be set upon U.S. tables. To conduct this study, bean counters at Del Monte asked 1,500 Americans to rate their fondness for the classic green-bean casserole side dish.
We can’t help it. Once the cooler weather arrives, we crave hot cocoa with the same intensity that we crave a cold beer during barbecue season.
There is, after all, something intensely comforting about drinking a warm mug of nature’s most perfect food — chocolate! Add a dollop of freshly whipped and lightly sweetened cream and it doesn’t get much better.
Joseph Hausmann’s Capital Brewery in Madison was a thriving enterprise in the late 19th century. The stocky German with the distinctive saber scar on his cheek was often seen stacking empties and pulling tap handles in the brewery’s adjoining saloon.
Providence native son and horror writer H.P. Lovecraft is getting his own beer.
Narragansett Beer President Mark Hellendrung told WPRO-AM this weekend that the company is launching a Lovecraft Honey Ale to celebrate the late writer's literary work. It's being launched on Jan. 19, the birthday of Edgar Allan Poe, whom Lovecraft admired.
Alicia Silverstone may have made her acting mark as a “Clueless” valley girl, but these days she’d rather be known as someone so very clued in about diet and health.
It was more than 16 years ago that Silverstone switched to a vegan diet, ditching animal products such as dairy and meat. Since then, she’s become an outspoken advocate for what she considers a cleaner, leaner and healthier way to eat, and written a book — “The Kind Diet” — so others can follow along.
There’s a hole in the wall in Des Moines that’s just that: a food joint called Hole in the Wall.
A small room inside a bar a few blocks from downtown, Hole in the Wall is the kind of place you could easily miss if you walked by. It’s less than a mile from my apartment, yet for months I didn’t know it existed. But it’s there, with food for both indoor patrons at the Gas Lamp bar and customers ordering outside a window. A few plastic chairs lined up against an exterior wall are about all you’ll get if you ask for a reservation.