I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
I didn’t grow up eating stuffed cabbage. Thinking back, it’s surprising my grandmothers didn’t cook them. Matzo balls, brisket, knishes, chopped liver, these were the Jewish foods of my youth. (Although I wouldn’t touch chopped liver at the time.) No stuffed cabbage. My introduction to …
I don’t like change. When I find something I like, I stick with it. I’ve worn the same kind of shoes to work for over 20 years. As long as my clothes are clean and still fit me, and aren’t too worn, no matter …
Long Island is the land of clams. From the original native peoples to the multicultural residents of Long Island today, clams have always been a tasty part of the culinary repertoire. Surrounded by salt water on all sides, with sandy and muddy habitats aplenty, there …
I grew up in Philadelphia, so I was weaned on cheesesteaks and hoagies. When you eat cheesesteaks and hoagies, you add peppers; pickled peppers. Sometimes sweet, usually hot. Not crushed red pepper flakes like you put on pizza, although they once adorned a hero I …
I read a lot of cooking magazines, so I see the waxing and waning of trends and fads in restaurants and kitchens. Mostly I ignore them. In one ear, out the other, although maybe they leave a tiny impression in a far off corner of …
