The street lamps kept dangling from disrepair, the balconies crumbling, the unemployed young men shuffling from café to aimless walks, yawning even in their…
There is no recipe for Croatian lamb on a spit. My grandfather was a hard man, a hard worker who did not write, read,…
What cemented her reputation as one of the greatest, most conspicuous, famous old hos in all history? I put it down to the pigs. …
Prufrock measured his life in coffee spoons. I measure mine in greasy spoons. And diners and coffee shops. I love them. Always have, at…
The Nathan’s Famous in Westbury, the one with the arcade in the back, has closed. It will soon become a Chick-Fil-A, if it hasn’t…
This piece was originally published in The Inquisitive Eater Anthology, which you can now purchase online. Enough I was eighteen, and pregnant. I learned to bake…
With marriage came my mother-in-law’s 1953 House and Garden New Cook Book, revised and reprinted in 1962. From the opening chapter on meal planning…
This piece was originally published in The Inquisitive Eater Anthology, which you can now purchase online. This essay appears in Kitchen Yarns: Notes on Life, Love,…
This piece was originally published in The Inquisitive Eater Anthology, which you can now purchase online. I When people ask me, “Are you excited…