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Listen: A Turn for the Bitter

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We look at the bitters craze with Mark Bitterman, author of Bitterman’s Field Guide to Bitters and Amari. Blogger Alana Chernila joins us with her new book, The Homemade Kitchen. Alan Muskat explains his forage-to-table tours, while the Sterns visit The Cupboard Restaurant in Memphis. And in honor of the show's 20th anniversary, we revisit a piece with journalist Anna Badkhen, author of Peace Meals.

Broadcast dates for this episode:

November 6, 2015 (originally aired)
November 4, 2016 (rebroadcast)

Recipes and stories from this episode

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