Summer is great for reading, whether you’re lounging on the beach on a hot, sunny day or enjoying the morning summer breeze on your front porch. Here are the first books of three mystery series that will nourish your inner sleuth all summer long.
Donna Chicone moved to Woodbury more than 30 years ago, when it was starting to develop and thrive as a city.
Everybody associates cranberries with Thanksgiving. Yes indeed, cranberries are fantastic alongside a roasted turkey, but they’re not just for Thanksgiving—or any other holiday, for that matter.
Well, what an exciting time to be a Vikings fan, with two of the top first-round draft picks sitting comfortably on the purple and gold roster, a brand new stadium under construction and the 2018 Super Bowl in the mix. Then there’s the rising Minnesota Gophers to cheer for.
No one knows how to rock summer like a Minnesotan; the precious season is one long party in our state. We live it up at outdoor fairs, a jubilant expression of civic pride and community connection.
Turn up the Barry White, baby. This month, it’s all about feelin’ the love. And what better way to celebrate the lovey mushiness you feel for your special someone than to hit up a favorite eatery for a sizzlin’ hot date night?
Every so often, a deep, rumbling, primal craving overtakes you, and a voice inside your head says with finality and absolution: Must. Have. Meat. No measly burger patty will suffice. No meatballs, no drumsticks, no chops. For this kind of hankering, there’s only one entrée that makes the cut.
It’s hard not to notice when autumn’s apple season rolls around. These big ruddy fruits fill barrels and boxes at the farmers market, the grocery store and every produce pop-up on the roadside.
In a world filled with uncertainty, sandwiches offer a delicious constant. You’ve eaten them all your life—from gooey grilled cheeses when you were just a pipsqueak to multilayered clubs that take two hands to hold.
Chicken wings have been a mainstay appetizer for decades. In some dive bars, you’ll find the tender chickies piled en masse in great vats, preserved under heat lamps for the locals to load up on.
Beer tastes best in the summertime. That’s probably because you earn those ice-cold brewskis while milling about in that oppressive heat. Maybe you were giving the ol’ lawn a sensible buzz cut with the mower, or perhaps weeding the garden’s unruly snarls under the sun’s merciless rays.