Capital D-Dinner Parties, the sort where a group of the host’s friends or colleagues sit around a prettily laid table and are expected to sustain interesting conversation across the span of several courses, always feel to me like an awkward first date that just won’t end. It took upheaval for me to reconsider my approach.
For almost as long as America has existed, cookbook authors have been using food to capture its identity.
Few people get to meet their heroes, but I was lucky enough to know mine.
A visit with Judith Jones, the culinary and publishing icon.
I have standards—high ones—for the men, friends, and the authors whom I invite into my kitchen.
I love the cold months, love how slowly the days unfold, snow delays and all.
For a long time, when people asked me, “why food?” I didn’t have a good answer.
“What would you do if you found out you had one year to live?” my brother asked.