I’ve cooked over wood maybe a dozen times. Each of these experiences took place when I was around eight or nine years old, spending the summer—along with my sister, Janet—at …
It is tiring and time-consuming to think about food as much as I do. My obsession is not intentional. Harping on the subject is partly due to my being afflicted with “monkey mind.” …
I was thinking the other day that holidays seemed like so much more fun when we were kids. It’s probably because—when we were kids—we weren’t in charge of making the holidays …
Our seventh and lengthiest stay in Oaxaca, Mexico, took place this past winter. Smack in the middle of the pandemic. My sister Janet and I struggled over our decision; everyone we knew, with the …
Some of you may have followed my Country Kitsch column in the now-defunct Towne Crier newspaper, or Tales of the Scrawny Gourmet for the Catskill Chronicle. You might recall my admission that I …
I was disappointed, even frustrated, when my sister, Janet, discovered an allergy to shrimp. At a Japanese hibachi meal in upstate New York, we had a delicious lunch, then headed for the parking lot, …