When the weather gets colder, the best-looking thing on a menu might be soup. Since we often go out to eat on Friday nights, clam chowder—New England Clam Chowder (the white stuff)— is my option of choice. This Great Food Search went to great lengths to give you reviews. Yes, there are restaurants in the Valley that we sampled, but we found ourselves all the way out to Monterey’s Fisherman’s Wharf!
Some people live to eat. Others eat to live. I…eat. I eat to celebrate when I’m happy. I eat to feel better when I’m sad. I eat when I’m nervous. Sometimes, I eat because I can’t think of anything better to do. I guess that’s why I have been writing the Great Food Search articles for Kings River Life since January of 2012.
2014 has been a delicious year for The Great Food Search. I have discovered the joys of Vietnamese pho, soups, salads, and chicken chains, visited new favorites where old favorites used to be, and found good eating where I least expected it (Chinese food in Orange Cove?). My top five restaurants of 2014 are places I went to review…and returned to enjoy…and enjoy…and….
Wintertime is soup time, time for a steaming bowl of goodness for the soul. Since January is National Soup Month, (Go ahead, look it up!) so in its honor the Great Food Search has conducted a FoodQuest in search of taste-tempting soups.
Another Reedley Taste of the Town is nearly upon us. It's an evening of great food and fun on the streets of downtown Reedley. Enjoy a fun video interview with the Reedley Downtown Association's Barbie Shakespeare about this year's event and then see what some of the local restaurants who will be participating have to say!
One of my favorite memories of my grandmother is that of her bottomless cookie jar. Grandma’s cookie jar was always full of snicker doodles, chocolate chip, peanut butter, or my favorite, Oatmeal Crunchies. The old black, crockery jar was shaped like a bean pot and had painted red cherries arching across its front. It sat on the counter just inside the kitchen door, which made it handy for marauding grandchildren. My brother, Bill, was caught red-handed one day and dropped the cookie jar lid on the floor, where it broke in half.
Heat parched soil, thirsty plants bought for reasons unknown as this gardening hobby is new to me, constantly moving the hose or the sprinkler—it must be summer. One thing working in your yard does, it brings you closer to your neighborhood. School is out and the boys down the street are playing half-court basketball in the road. The couple around the corner pushes their twins’ stroller around the block while walking their dogs. A girl on a skateboard with an I-Pod plugged into her earphones has made at least four laps around the block, swaying to the music as she dodges ruts, potholes, obstacles and practices improving her balance and skill.
