The Dinner Files

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My son skated for the first time last week. It was not his first time on the ice. I had dragged him once as a little guy, and then brought him to the Yerba Buena rink in San Francisco three times and even got him a private lesson there in preparation...

I have a friend who is the kind of person who is asked to do things like drive a BMW around for a month and write up a few blogs about his experience driving a BMW around. While I’m quite happy not driving a BMW or any other automobile around, I mu...

I’ve cooked several lifetimes worth of turkeys. Being a food writer will do that to a person. Such vast experience has left me with no desire to cook one ever again. It has also left me with a remarkable ability to cook a turkey—blindfolded if ne...

I am just back from Addis Ababa. It is big and sprawling and amazing and smoggy and fascinating and filled with traffic and rubble and green and yellow painted corrugated tin construction fences. Food-wise the most stunning thing was that for the mos...

“Not bad,” I said twenty-five years ago after choking down the chewy, gray nugget with a smile on my face. “They are super, aren’t they?” my Dijonnais host father asked, full of enthusiasm, as he always was when exposing me to something par...