Rude Barb

No, I am not dissing my good friend Barbara!


Border Crossings

By now, you all know that I enjoy myriad international cuisines.


A Class Act

Meet Jason and Ashley Bartner! They run La Tavola Marche cooking school, near Urbania in Le Marche, Italy.



Each month, Mark and I write a recipe newsletter which I named recip(e)rocity.


Confessions of a Salt Addict

I used to hate salt. My poor mother was never allowed to salt anything if she expected me to eat it.


The Case of the Disappearing Desserts

No, this isn't a Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew mystery. But, along with the mysterious disappearance of Steak Diane last week, I noticed quite a few things that have disappeared from restaurant menus, and I wanted to find them.


Fashionable Food

Recently, I made Steak Diane. I haven't had it since 1978; I remember the evening well. It was Parents' Weekend of my junior year in college and, as a treat, my folks took me out to a fancy restaurant. It was the first time I ever had Steak Diane, or anything prepared and flambéed table-side. For a young college kid, it seemed really sophisticated and elegant. I haven't seen it on a menu since.