A selection of my public and alt-academic writing.

 

photo by Briana Moore

photo by Briana Moore

A Ritual is Brewing: Tea in New England | t.e.l.l. New England

The morning of December 16, 1773 was just like any other in colonial Boston. Beds were made, boots were laced, chores were seen. And, for those who could still afford and overlook the newly imposed tax, a pot of tea was likely served. But in a matter of hours, this seemingly mundane routine, this everyday ritual, was about to change. As tea-strained patriots gathered in anger over the unjustified tariffs levied on a culturally vital beverage, a plot was brewing that would alter the drinking preferences of the new nation for generations to come. That night, 342 chests of fine Chinese tea went into the harbor. The table was set, the tea served, and Boston was having none of it. Read more


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Hidden greenhouses in Iceland grow and serve tomatoes | The Boston Globe

REYKHOLT, Iceland — The Golden Circle is a scenic drive straight out of science fiction: a 185-mile loop of two-lane road meanders through the countryside, passing frozen fields dotted with wind-hewed stones, pitch-black volcanic ruins, geothermal pools spilling over with steam, tectonic divides with highland rivers, a massive glacier-fed waterfall, and Geysir, the original hot spring from which all other geysers get their name. Read more.


drawing by Nick Devine

drawing by Nick Devine

New England's Historic Rum Trade | t.e.l.l. New England

Long characterized by a patriotic distrust of tea and the Imperial shackles that accompanied each sip, New England has, in fact, a more significant relationship with a much stronger spirit.

Kill-Devil. Oh be Joyful. Rumbullion. Demon Rum. There were as many names for the spirit as there were ways to drink it. Rarely consumed plain – or neat as we say today – rum was often combined with all manner of tonics including spring water, citrus juices, freshly grated spices, small and dark beers, warmed through with cream, hot butter, or whipped into a frenzy with eggs. And recipes varied from tavern to tavern and house to house. Read more. 


Chicken Bridge Bakery Feeds Bodies and Minds with Baked-In Messages of Resistance and Solidarity | The Indy Weekly

It beckoned like a porch light in a thunderstorm, across a row of market stalls heaped high with greens and crates of tomatoes on a humble little table spread with a crumb-covered cloth: a perfectly round loaf of bread, delicately stenciled with the shape of North Carolina, my new home. Read more.