I was outta town yesterday, so missed the Chicago Tribune's urge to eat local.
Late March in Chicago is not the spring of storybooks. No pastel-colored tulips, no fuzzy lambs gamboling, no lush green lawns. If anything, the new season remains buried under winter's gray gloom. The "Hunger Moon" holds sway, at least climatically.
This term, used by indigenous people, refers to late winter when there is little locally grown food to eat, writes Jessica Prentice, a food activist and chef in her new book, "Full Moon Feast: Food and the Hunger for Connection" (Chelsea Green, $25).
That gets it right, huh? The rest of the article is pretty good too; register and check it out. And make sure you page all the way to the end of the article for a short profile on my favorite Farmer Vicki.