City Pulse - Food <![CDATA[He Ate, She Ate]]> <![CDATA[He Ate, She Ate]]> <![CDATA[Perpetual harvest]]> <![CDATA[Grape expectations]]> February sucks. This is irrefutable; the pounding winter sucks your life away. Ronnie James Dio once sang, “The vision never dies, life’s a never ending wheel.” February is the coldest, most depressing wheel you’re ever going to encounter, so it makes good sense to put a romantic holiday right in the middle of it.]]> <![CDATA[He ate: Tripping over superlatives]]> <![CDATA[She ate: Winter flavors wow]]> ]]> <![CDATA[Wine and dine]]> Beer and burritos are truth. There’s something magical about annihilating a fat chimichanga while throwing back some Bohemia pilsners. This simple and glorious decadence that has proven to resolve 70 percent of roommate disputes involving unwashed dishes and friends who sleep on the couch. ]]> <![CDATA[He ate:´More, please´]]> <![CDATA[She ate: Top five]]> <![CDATA[He Ate, She Ate]]> <![CDATA[On the bubbly]]> In the video for his 2006 song, “Show Me What You Got,” Jay-Z is presented with a bottle of Cristal at a poker table only to dismiss it in favor of a gold bottle of Ace of Spades, aka Armand de Brignac, which sells for roughly $300 per bottle. Cut to 2014: Jay-Z bought the winery last month for an undisclosed amount. ]]> <![CDATA[He Ate, She Ate]]> <![CDATA[Returning to their roots]]> It felt like the meeting of a secret club as participants followed the shelter signs into the basement of downtown Lansing’s Capital Area District Library. In a large storage room, the walls were lined with tables bearing a buffet of culinary items for the September gathering of the Mid-Mitten Homemade Food Swap. It’s not a potluck or a farmers market, but something in the middle. Some came as far as 80 miles to trade items like maple vanilla coffee syrup, apple pies, egg rolls and fruit-infused vodka. There were about 20 swappers, some bringing as many at four different menu items. Some brought 10 or 15 items.]]> <![CDATA[Swap, meet, sample]]> <![CDATA[Body, mind and wallet]]> <![CDATA[He Ate, She Ate]]> ]]> <![CDATA[He ate: A quirky love story]]> There is a love story unfolding in South Lansing. I’ve only glimpsed the plot, but I don’t know the characters’ names and haven’t the foggiest how it will all turn out. If it doesn’t have a happy ending, though, I will curse the cruel fates. ]]> <![CDATA[She ate: Pushing the (egg) envelope]]> <![CDATA[Vintage models]]> The 37th Annual Michigan Wine Competition was held last month at East Lansing’s Kellogg Hotel and Conference Center. It was the most recent iteration of an event whose genesis was the Michigan State Fair Wine Competition in 1977. Back then, wines from the state’s fledgling wine industry were judged at the Detroit fairground’s coliseum adjacent to pigs and cattle. One wonders whether wines in those competitions were notable for barnyard aromas.]]> <![CDATA[He ate: Looks great, tastes better]]>