So much depends upon food and farm in our favorite poems by William Carlos Williams ...
Have you ever hoarded a bit of special cheese or the perfect heirloom tomato? But when you return to the kitchen ready to cook with your closely held ingredient, it's missing. Later, you find out that your mom, your love or your little brother got to your stockpile first and ate it all up.
We've so been there.
We get a little bit angry when that happens, but we also feel a sense of joy over picking something so delicious our family member couldn't wait to gobble it up ... More