Be my Valentine
A French Valentine classic
A French Valentine classic
Long live the short order
In our anemic age, cast-iron pans are just what we need to re-enrich the American bloodstream
On a cold day in winter, there is nothing as cozy as buttered toast with a thick smear of Marmite and a cup of tea in front of afternoon TV
Millennial chefs are phoning it in
The greatest human spirits would view the new era of show-your-papers dining not as a hardship, but as an opportunity
One thing we all agreed on was cheese, cheese, cheese and more cheese — calories be damned
Goose used to rule the roost
Yank yearns for ye olde English sandwich
A thrifty Italian is to thank for burrata
In times of scarcity and anxiety, it seems that we like to have proper bread back on our table again
It was a sad day when La Petite Auberge passed from the scene a decade ago
Why is the US taste in meat so blinkered and narrow?
Few if any breakfasts equal those I’ve consumed at Coleen’s Kitchen
The Ladies’ Charity Cookbooks are neglected historical artifacts
From the pioneers of the bun to the cheek of Earl Butz
The Cheesecake Factory is what a fashionable French writer would create in a novel if he needed a restaurant to embody American food excesses
You name it, you can — and for some reason people always do — put onion in it
If the British public are not introduced to good sandwiches, they will not know what’s possible
It’s amazing, but when you chew something 60 times, a piece of broccoli starts to taste sumptuous, complex, irresistible