
At one point during our meal -- well, at two points during our meal, one of the myriad service people attending the patrons drops a piece of bread next to my chair. "Ladies and gentlemen, the sound that poor young man made when that toasted piece of heaven hit the immaculate carpet was akin to the soft keening sigh one might make upon discovering that one's pet Siamese had passed from this earthly realm to the next." A review of The French Laundry, but nothing like the usual reviews, and well worth reading.
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Summer drinks should be like summer evenings: long, light and cool. Guest writer A.D. introduces some less common ones to enliven our senses during these wonderful long hot days.
Food traditions bind my family; I'm reminded of that every year when I drive to north-central Massachusetts to pick strawberries with my grandparents.
My mother swears by frozen fish. I was unconvinced, and decided to put her statements to the test: could flash-frozen fish taste as good as fresh local fish from the Greenmarket or even fresh fish from a local supermarket?
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E. coli and grass fed cows
Vaccinating against E Coli
Chicken feed tainted with melamine
Amazing Russian cake art
Aroma of maple syrup mixed with restaurant grease
Counting calories at Per Se
Capn Crunch's first name revealed
Tartiflette has the tang and satisfaction of macaroni and cheese
Bread pudding recipe taste off on Wednesday in NYC
More information on the chocolate changes afoot