We might well speak of the great state of North Carolina, because it is surely that. But we’re making a motion to swap that “great” for “grape,” because isn’t it about time the muscadine got its due? The Outer Banks’ Mother Vine has been around for more than 400 years, after all, and elsewhere in the state, artists and booksellers have turned to grapevines and their fruit for inspiration. The South’s famed scuppernong grape was named for a river here in North Carolina. We already knew these sweet, substantial fruits make good wine. And as it turns out, they make a great pie, too — skins (surprise!) and all. Or so we’ve heard through the — well, you know.
On Roanoke Island, in the care of a vigilant couple, a piece of our history still grows.
Grapevines join bark and kudzu in an Asheville artist’s unique take on baskets.
At Greensboro’s independent bookstore, good reads are ripe for the picking.
Grape skins in a pie? It used to be commonplace, and with good reason. Let’s bring it back.
In Columbia, the river that gave its name to our grape is a lifeline and a family tie.
Pigeon fanciers feed, tend, and protect their birds from the time they’re chicks — only to release them into the world with the faith that their companions will come back to roost.
No matter where life may take you, the heat of a Tar Heel summer leaves a sweat stain on your memory.
A full third of the trail that crosses North Carolina isn't actually on a trail. Here's how thru-hikers get through it.
A splash of bourbon turns a classic into can’t-live-without.
