I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
By the time my brothers and I got to high school our father had stopped preparing daily lunches for us. Perhaps we rejected them because he would make thick, dry meatloaf sandwiches or the white bread would turn soggy and purple when my peanut butter …
Sometimes you’ve just arrived home, it’s late, and you don’t feel like cooking. Sometimes you didn’t prepare ahead, you’re hungry, and a proper dinner would simply take too long. Sometimes not everyone will eat the same entrée, and making a traditional meal would be too …
The summer I did research for my master’s thesis, scuba diving in the bays on the east end of Long Island, we traveled the same route every morning to get to the marina. As we drove past the farm fields that dominate the North Fork …
It was the best garden year ever, it was the worst garden year ever, it was the age of abundance, it was the age of scarcity, it was the epoch of grazers, it was the epoch of exclusion, it was the season of rain, it …
Most of my memories from Bodines, a tiny village in central Pennsylvania about 20 miles north of Williamsport, are only fleeting: talk of rattlesnakes in the field behind the house after the hay was harvested; walking on railroad tracks abandoned after Hurricane Agnes and its …
Have you ever watched a teenage boy eat? It’s amazing – and a little revolting – to see how much food they can stuff inside their body. They go to the refrigerator, stand with the door wide open, and eat whatever is in sight. As …
With three young boys each separated by roughly two years, my parents always gave us chores to do. There were weekend duties, cleaning specific rooms of the house, for example, and those we did on a daily basis. Daily responsibilities primarily revolved around dinner; setting …
In the fall of 2023, my wife Marci and I were lucky enough to take a trip to Scotland. It was a wonderful vacation. Because of the weather, traveling to Scotland in early November is a gamble. But for us it paid off. The week …
I must have been about 7 years old when my father brought home a big bag of blue crabs from the Italian Market. A trip to the open-air fruit and vegetable stands, cheese and spice stores, fish mongers, butchers, and live animal stalls lining 9th …
My wife Marci and I just returned from a lovely trip to Portugal. The weather was beautiful. We saw lots of churches, met interesting people, walked up and down miles of hills through narrow streets, had astonishing views, listened to amazing music, saw beautiful tile …
