Even the most avid technocrat must occasionally escape from virtual space, and what better place to do it than the kitchen, with all its dangerous knives and delicious aromas?
The implications of Americans devoting their lives to fast food are more profound than the fact that our kids aren't eating well. There are real repercussions that we need to know about and think abou...
Lacy little green fronds waved up through clear liquid; it reminded me of a forest stream in early spring, just after the ice has melted. I picked up a frond, and as I put it in my mouth, I experience...
A thousand years ago the Chinese had an entirely codified kitchen while the French were still gnawing on bones. Chopsticks have been around since the fourth century B.C. Forks didn't show up in Englan...
The way we live is changing. Each year, our free time shrinks a little more as computers clamor for an increasing percentage of our attention.
That's what I like so much about libraries, they smell the way we would like to imagine the past.
If you go back in American history, oysters were the food of poor people. New York was filled with oyster saloons in the 1800s.
Growing up, I was utterly oblivious to the fact that Mom was teaching me all that. But I was instantly aware of her final lesson, which was hidden in her notes and leters. As I read them I began to un...
Don't you just love the idea of cooking flowers? I imagine them bursting into bloom, right in the pan.
Let's face it: my life tends to revolve around food, and I love feeding people.
That's the most terrible thing about being a child; you're convinced that it's all your fault. Lulu
I decided that it wasn’t pretty that I felt, but confident.
...I was not prepared for the feel of the noodles in my mouth, or the purity of the taste. I had been in Japan for almost a month, but I had never experiences anything like this. The noodles quivered...
When a person has lived generously and fought fiercely, she deserves more than sadness at the end.
I wonder if any of us ever really knows another person? she replied, sounding wistful.
Were unaware that the room was crowded with ghosts who were about to propel us into the present and force us to face the future.
That's what I like so much about old libraries - they smell the way we'd like to imagine the past.
I discovered that endings have their own odd thrill. In the mania of the moment, it’s possible to forget what you are losing.
...it was so rich and exotic I was seduced into taking one bite and then another as I tried to chase the flavors back to their source.
We waited, eating resilient, deeply satisfying bread dipped in spicy oil that tasted exactly like fresh olives. Doug reached out and stroked my knee and I had a sudden conscious thought that I was hap...