What role does agriculture play in baseball? A little pine sap might be the answer to that question.
Husband of blogger Heather Barnes was passed in his tractor by a convertible. The car's driver felt strongly enough to put up a certain finger and wave it through his sunroof at her farmer.
Last month I was standing by the counter at a fast food restaurant around 9:30 in the morning, waiting for my order of a breakfast biscuit and a drink. You came up to me and asked if I was getting breakfast. Dumbfounded, I answered “Yes” because it seemed obvious to me - why else would I be there?
Your response was to tell me, and these weren’t your exact words, something to the effect of, “You should be home cooking breakfast” and went on to tell me how terrible it was that nobody cooks anymore.
Last week I visited one of North Carolina’s county fairs. I walked into the livestock barn and stopped in my tracks. Across the barn, I could see cages filled with poultry.
I spent most of this week with school nutrition professionals, taste testing over 40 recipes that have been developed featuring fruits and vegetables offered through the North Carolina Farm to School program. This project started over a year ago and is still several months from completion. The goal is to have recipes that are standardized, meet federal requirements, are cost- and labor-effective, and feature fresh produce grown in our state.
Across North Carolina sweet potato farmers are on the lookout for a man. He’s ant-like in appearance, about 1/4 inch long, with a metallic blue head and wing covers and bright orange-red thorax and legs.
Farmers are so serious about finding this man there are traps in every sweet potato field, packing shed and processing facility. There are regulations on movement of sweet potato plants, roots and ornamental sweet potato plants or other hosts.
Tobacco season in North Carolina runs from February through October.
One Sunday while driving to scout our fields, I noticed that the power poles in one field had purple paint on them. “Why are those poles painted?” I asked. Turns out I was getting ready for a lesson on trespassing.