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photo of the week 30: go team u.s.a….

Since landing in the U.K. over a week ago, I’ve had a pretty amazing trip to Europe so far.  I’ve been busy eating, seeing old friends, and making new ones. Today, Wednesday, January 26, the United States sends Jamal James Kent of Eleven Madison Park to “the box,” along with his commis, 22 year-old Tom […]

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photo of the week 30: go team u.s.a….

Since landing in the U.K. over a week ago, I’ve had a pretty amazing trip to Europe so far.  I’ve been busy eating, seeing old friends, and making new ones. Today, Wednesday, January 26, the United States sends Jamal James Kent of Eleven Madison Park to “the box,” along with his commis, 22 year-old Tom […]

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photo of the week 27: you are what you eat…

Grass-fed, corn-fed: judge not by the content of the diet alone, but by the color and amount of the fat as well.  You can tell a lot about the animal’s life by the way its carcass looks and ages.  This, and more, I learned recently on a private tour of a local, independent meat locker. […]

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photo of the week 27: you are what you eat…

Grass-fed, corn-fed: judge not by the content of the diet alone, but by the color and amount of the fat as well.  You can tell a lot about the animal’s life by the way its carcass looks and ages.  This, and more, I learned recently on a private tour of a local, independent meat locker. […]

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5 million clicks…

Over the weekend, I noticed that the ticker on my Flickr account had passed the five million mark. Now, I have no clue if that’s a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but I’m celebrating.  To thank you all for reading this blog and visiting my Flickr photostream, I’m giving away a prize. […]

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5 million clicks…

Over the weekend, I noticed that the ticker on my Flickr account had passed the five million mark. Now, I have no clue if that’s a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but I’m celebrating.  To thank you all for reading this blog and visiting my Flickr photostream, I’m giving away a prize. […]

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photo of the week 26: winter bouquet…

Two years ago on Christmas day, I took the TGV from Paris to Lyon to have lunch at Restaurant Paul Bocuse.  After a leisurely four-hour meal, my friend and I toured the city a bit before catching the bullet back to Paris. As night fell, we were treated to a magical walk. Beneath the gaze […]

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photo of the week 26: winter bouquet…

Two years ago on Christmas day, I took the TGV from Paris to Lyon to have lunch at Restaurant Paul Bocuse.  After a leisurely four-hour meal, my friend and I toured the city a bit before catching the bullet back to Paris. As night fell, we were treated to a magical walk. Beneath the gaze […]

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photo of the week 25: tannenbaum…

I love my sister, but the woman cannot bake to save her life. Last night, for example, I suffered a senselessly doughy sugar “snowman” cookie at her holiday, housewarming party.  Later, I was accosted by a gummy mini red velvet cupcake. Why didn’t she use the recipe I sent her?  And why didn’t she use […]

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photo of the week 25: tannenbaum…

I love my sister, but the woman cannot bake to save her life. Last night, for example, I suffered a senselessly doughy sugar “snowman” cookie at her holiday, housewarming party.  Later, I was accosted by a gummy mini red velvet cupcake. Why didn’t she use the recipe I sent her?  And why didn’t she use […]

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let’s talk turkey…

On the doorstep of this year’s Thanksgiving, I offer this silly one-off post, the likes of which you should not expect on a regular basis. *     *     * It’s that time of year again when the media’s shameless and unrelenting assault leaves the turkey tattered and tired long before the dreaded day arrives.  My stomach […]

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let’s talk turkey…

On the doorstep of this year’s Thanksgiving, I offer this silly one-off post, the likes of which you should not expect on a regular basis. *     *     * It’s that time of year again when the media’s shameless and unrelenting assault leaves the turkey tattered and tired long before the dreaded day arrives.  My stomach […]

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photo of the week 20: stackable wicker…

Stopping for an early morning spot of coffee in the Place des Vosges, I found this lovely sight, one which could have been the same for a person happening by three decades ago, or ten.

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photo of the week 20: stackable wicker…

Stopping for an early morning spot of coffee in the Place des Vosges, I found this lovely sight, one which could have been the same for a person happening by three decades ago, or ten.

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photo of the week 19: corn smut…

Last week, Trey Foshee of George’s at the Cove posted an amazing photo of some gnarly huitlacoche on the cobb. As its more colorful name, “corn smut,” suggests, there’s nothing pretty about this fungal growth. The elephantitis of the vegetable world, its results are unsightly if not incredibly delicious – it has a beefy, mushroom […]

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photo of the week 19: corn smut…

Last week, Trey Foshee of George’s at the Cove posted an amazing photo of some gnarly huitlacoche on the cobb. As its more colorful name, “corn smut,” suggests, there’s nothing pretty about this fungal growth. The elephantitis of the vegetable world, its results are unsightly if not incredibly delicious – it has a beefy, mushroom […]

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review: the magical rotisserie…

I fell into this one totally unprepared. I had a standing date to meet a friend at the Ferry Marketplace in San Francisco on a Saturday morning. That happens to be when all the farmers arrive with their treasures and the place devolves into feeding mayhem. We were supposed to have coffee and some pastries […]

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review: the magical rotisserie…

I fell into this one totally unprepared. I had a standing date to meet a friend at the Ferry Marketplace in San Francisco on a Saturday morning. That happens to be when all the farmers arrive with their treasures and the place devolves into feeding mayhem. We were supposed to have coffee and some pastries […]

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photo of the 18: there’s no place like home…

I was born on the prairie plains of Missouri, just shy of the Kansas border. Though I’ve lived around the world since, Dorothy was right – there’s no place like home. The stream of life flows just a bit slower out here, where a quilt of green stretches beneath an endless canvas of blue and […]

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photo of the 18: there’s no place like home…

I was born on the prairie plains of Missouri, just shy of the Kansas border. Though I’ve lived around the world since, Dorothy was right – there’s no place like home. The stream of life flows just a bit slower out here, where a quilt of green stretches beneath an endless canvas of blue and […]

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