Jennifer Reed

Once upon a time in Florida, a pair of brothers in the real estate business eyeballed the eastern Collier County wilderness and saw dollar signs. Baltimore natives Leonard and Julius “Jack” Rosen descended on the Sunshine State in 1957, the year they founded Gulf American Land Corp. Their arrival coincided with the completion of I-75,

Once upon a time, a change in seasons brought with it a different set of foods: squash in winter, asparagus in spring, berries in summer and apples in fall. Seasonal fare still exists, of course, as food magazines and marketers constantly remind us. But the reality is, you can get pretty much anything any time

Journalist Jennifer Reed trails conservationist and National Geographic photographer Carlton Ward Jr. to learn about the Florida Wildlife Corridor.

Through her seafood brand and poetry, The Fisherman’s Daughter, Chanda Jamieson and her family speak the forgotten language of the Gulf.

David McCone—who recently opened a brick-and-mortar for his Naples Canning Co.—captures the flavors of local farms in a jar.

With scrappy determination and a healthy dose of humility, 30-year-old Darren Veilleux became the culinary heart of Southwest Florida’s most distinguished fine-dining establishment.

Sleeping on cots and air mattresses are newly homeless service-sector employees, low-income retirees and newcomers to the area with few resources or connections.

The platter arrives overflowing with local bounty­—big, pink Gulf shrimp and dense, fleshy grouper—but my daughter and I reach for the unfamiliar first: fried frog legs. We glance at each other, at our jointed pieces of meat and bite. “Tastes like chicken,” we decree, because that’s how unfamiliar white meat always tastes. We bite again,