A few years back, I was standing in line at an outdoor salmon barbecue. Now, I’m not one to stand in line for food, I am morally opposed to ...
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A few years back, I was standing in line at an outdoor salmon barbecue. Now, I’m not one to stand in line for food, I am morally opposed to ...
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I spent the next afternoon reading cookbooks and gathering ingredients. Not being one who makes refined French fare very often, I used Madeleine Kamman’s books for inspiration and the ...
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Each spring—and I imagine it is the same couple that has returned for the last three years—they swoop out over the berry vines towards the gently sloping valley, ...
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Off we went, to claim San Francisco as our own. We headed to San Francisco, to claim it as our own. My car had broken down on the way to ...
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I feel conspicuous, a woman with red hair and a leopard print coat, alone, eating a hot pepper and steak sandwich at 10 a.m. The enormous market is bulging with ...
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As the strands shorten and we are drawn closer to the center, we duck under each other to create the proper criss-cross of streamers. Eventually we drop our strands of ...
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I cried easily. Perhaps I plead migraine, or maybe it was sleeplessness. I recognize now that it was simply heartbreak, a condition that today is treated with nowhere near the ...
I fell in love with Louie and his younger brother Rico in the early 1980s when I began cooking in earnest. I’d shopped at Traverso’s before then, but ...
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Finding myself in India that summer should have led to a culinary adventure of significant proportions, but I had a young and naive palate. I lived on rice, dal, and ...
There is something about the recipes in Venus in the Kitchen that is remarkably brutal, as if a show of willingness to eat anything at all, no matter how beautiful, ...
