I embarrassed my husband at a restaurant recently. It
wasn’t the first time, and it probably won’t be the last. After
the server described the appetizer special, I interrupted hi
Nine months of the year, I’m a wine drinker,
with an occasional foray into Bourbon-Nightcap Land. But when sultry
breezes, late sunsets, and humidity come to town, my beverage choices
The menu board listed them as “Garbage Trucks,” which was a pretty fair description. The place was Abe’s, a dingy, grungy dive a few steps down from the street in the University of I
Modern-day calendar-keepers may tell us that summer begins with Memorial Day weekend, but if you’re an astronomical diehard you know it really didn’t kick off until June 21, when the sun w
Have you ever eaten new potatoes — potatoes
with skins so thin they scrub off easily with a vegetable brush, with flesh
so lusciously creamy, it’s almost decadent? You might be s
Cooks are a pain in the ass to cook for. I should
know — I’m one of them.
Friends tell me all the time that even the thought of
cooking for me is intimidating, and I have
It was 4:30 a.m. and pitch-black, and a nasty, chilly
drizzle was falling as I pointed my car toward the CIA. I peered through
the windshield, the monotonous rhythm of the wipers luring me b
It really was my fault, but I blame it on the potato.
Preparations for a Memorial Day get-together with
friends were sailing along. I was embroiled in side-dish duty and dessert
detai
Years ago the only places Americans ate outdoors were
in back yards, picnic areas, fairgrounds, and campsites. To eat and drink
at an outdoor cafe or restaurant, you had to cross an ocean. A
Every May, there’s a big homecoming in Alaska,
and everyone and his mother in the lower 48 wants an invitation. From now
until the kids go back to school, the cold waters of the Copper