April Showers Bring…
editor@eatingwell.com Here’s how Vermont looks right about when this issue hits the newsstand: the trees are bare, the snow has melted, everything is mud. When I moved here from California I couldn’t wait to be in a place with real seasons. I adore winter: love all the sports. Summer is awesome: tomatoes, berries and corn! Fall: no need to explain that one. Just ask the swarms of leaf peepers here on any October weekend. But in my book, mud season is a real loser. I know harshing on the season of promise and rebirth is not nice. Regardless, I mentally grit my teeth as I drive along my dirt road each morning, slowing down for the frost heaves and listening to the meteorologist on Vermont Public Radio chirp about the quaint scenes…