These two dark-hued sugar substitutes deserve your attention. While both sorghum and molasses arrived in the United States during the 17th century, they have very different origin stories. The sorghum ...

Sorghum molasses is probably an acquired taste. Kind of like licorice or turnip greens. Once converted, however, molasses consumers are loyal to a fault. A Ron Jenkins article that appeared in The ...

Ralph Enderle of New Hamburg, Missouri, has been making sorghum molasses on his 80-acre spread for almost four decades. It's a yearly cycle his father followed, and his father before him. But beyond ...

At Christmastime, we love anything with the words old-fashioned attached to it. A holiday ingredient that is truly from days gone by is sorghum, also called molasses, or sorghum molasses. But just to ...

Unless you were raised in the South, sorghum isn't an ingredient you've encountered often -- if at all. A couple of generations ago, sorghum was a staple sweetener in the South. It was cheap, ...

The arrival of cool autumn air reminded our ancestors that it was molasses-making time. Generations of Arkansans considered molasses one of the three primary foods -- the three M's -- meat, meal [corn ...

In our earliest days of pioneer cooking and baking, the “big four” for forms of “sweet harvests,” which have provided sugar derivatives dating back to the days of the 13 colonies, are honey, maple ...

Tuesday’s quarterfinals brought together two Got to Be NC Competition Dining veterans, and the experience paid off with a remarkable dining experience. Shane Ingram of Durham’s Four Square and ...

Pork with mustard and molasses reminds me of my grandmother. Every summer, she would roast a fresh ham slathered with mustard and molasses. It was an all-day affair and the house would smell heavenly.

Pork with mustard and molasses reminds me of my grandmother. Every summer, she would roast a fresh ham slathered with mustard and molasses. It was an all-day affair and the house would smell heavenly.

Pork with mustard and molasses reminds me of my grandmother. Every summer, she would roast a fresh ham slathered with mustard and molasses. It was an all-day affair and the house would smell heavenly.