This past weekend, I had an experience that reminded me why I ultimately chose food as a career (or rather, why it chose me): I fed people. If you shove aside the writing and the commentating, the bitching and the moaning and the kvetching, the politicking and the interviewing and the editing, the testing […]
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You remember the 1970s, don’t you? That blissful time of communes and collectives and peaceniks, of lentil nut loaf and bland steamed vegetables and birdseed-like undercooked millet and flavorless “health bread” so dense that it could be used as ballast on the Queen Mary. Then came the books: Laurel’s Kitchen (who was Laurel, and where […]
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