Who Knew: The Most Important Meal of the Year

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‘Who Knew?’ is sponsored by Walter Stewart’s Market. Fairfield County is home to rolling lawns, sprawling mansions, and this brutal truth: right now, 34,000 children in our county are food insecure. Statewide, one in six kids doesn’t know where their next meal will come from. 

In October, when we learned that SNAP wouldn’t be funded during the government shutdown, the human reality of nutrition assistance bloomed in vivid color: a lot of people need help paying for food, and many of these people are our neighbors. To allow people to go hungry is horrifying, and there’s no credible political or religious doctrine that justifies it. Period.

Who Knew: A To-Do List for Summer’s Last Call

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‘Who Knew?’ is sponsored by Walter Stewart’s Market. Instagram, in its finite wisdom, recently informed me that “August is the Sunday of summer.” This proclamation struck an ominous chord. The author (okay, the meme-creating chatbot) may have intended to incite a cozy, churchy, Sunday kind of calm, but it gave me a little stab of panic and despair. Have I been to enough baseball games? Played enough Marco Polo?

Who Knew? An Hour Away, a World Apart

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‘Who Knew?’ is sponsored by Walter Stewart’s Market. Use a compass, if such a thing still exists, to draw a circle with a one-hour driving radius around New Canaan. You’ll find our little town sits squarely within striking distance of wildly divergent energies. With the traffic gods on your side, you can get to a Michelin-starred tasting menu in Midtown or a clam shack up the Connecticut coast. Yankees or Mets, Giants or Jets, New Haven apizza or a Central Park cart dog—the point is, our location is a prime launchpad for discovering the best of what’s out there.

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Who Knew: Welcome to the Carb Boom

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‘Who Knew?’ is sponsored by Walter Stewart’s Market. * * *

Many years ago, when I self-identified as an idiot in my twenties, I put myself on a no-carb diet that was popular at the time and still makes the occasional rounds today. For two weeks, I embraced bunless hamburgers, crouton-less salads, beer-less baseball games, and a joyless existence. I probably lost four pounds before something innocuous–let’s be honest, it was the flour tortilla around a burrito–felled my willpower. Soon enough, I was mainlining Cheezits and Parker House rolls as I always had, and left others to their spiralized zucchini noodles and Ziploc bags full of snacking bacon.

Who Knew: Secrets, Sushi, and Secret Sushi

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My secret: I turned 49 this week. And honestly, it was a bit on-the-nose of my body to awaken on the morning of my latest birthday with a pinched lumbar nerve. Creatively speaking, I’d prefer a subtler introduction to this new and somewhat mystifying age. Unable to do much more than hobble at a decidedly prawnlike angle and feel sorry for myself, I told my husband that all festivity was physically impossible.