Forty years ago a car ride down the Main Road on the North Fork meant something quite different than it does today. The landscape was still agriculture, broken at intervals by small towns. But it didn’t mean wine country: there were no tasting rooms nor grape vines to the horizon.
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’Tis the season of pendulous muskmelons, bruise-prone tomatoes, over-ripe plums. These sun-soaked treasures are never sweeter or juicier than now, when farmers pull them from sun-soaked fields that prod plants to swell fruit.
From Greenport, tastes of the Loire Valley.
The Revenge of the Clones Back when the first vineyards were planted on Long Island, many people “in the know” didn’t believe our region…