Tasting a fresh tomato while studying abroad in Europe one summer was delicious. – Whitney Kaufhold

New Hardcover books- Erika Veurink

Touching clay – feeling its malleability and moisture, its potential. I remember once in ceramics class I took it dawned on me that I too am being shaped. -Rylee Ewert

My grandmothers’ cinnamon rolls. I remember her hands slathering layers and layers of butter, cinnamon and sugar. My cousin and I would sit at the counter watching her work and attempt to claim the rolls we would eat before they even got into the oven. – Laura Wifler

Freshly tilled soil and my mom’s pot roast. She brought out a full meal to serve my brothers, my dad and me while we were preparing the field for planting. When mom showed up it was a full stop. Everyone jumped out of their tractors and gathered around the bed of the truck where we ate together – and time stood still – Bill Belzer