No story, just habanero peach salsa
I’m going off the grid! First, I’m flying to Austin to be a preliminary judge at the Austin Chronicle Hot Sauce Festival on Sunday, and then I’m headed to North…
I’m going off the grid! First, I’m flying to Austin to be a preliminary judge at the Austin Chronicle Hot Sauce Festival on Sunday, and then I’m headed to North…
August can make me grouchy. Doubtless it’s because I’m jealous that I’m stuck in hot, humid New York City when half the world seems to be relaxing on the beach…
The other night I was craving an ice-cream sandwich. Not just any ice-cream sandwich, mind you, I was craving a Big Wheel. As I walked home from work, I stopped…
Birthdays at the office used to be grand affairs with cakes, cards and parties thrown for each person on their special day. Unfortunately, a couple of years ago the birthday…
Working for a weekly magazine, my Friday nights at the office are very late. We don’t put the issue to bed until 9:30, so I often don’t get to leave…
Sixty years ago, my dear grandparents were married. A few days before the wedding, my grandfather’s mother wrote a letter to my grandmother’s mother. In her correspondence with her future…
Summer holidays as a kid meant hot-fudge sundaes. Sure, at my parents’ annual Fourth of July bash we had other things to eat, most notably my dad’s smoked brisket, which…
New York City is shaping up to be a terrific taco town. There are taco trucks scattered throughout the five boroughs, with one even parked just a few blocks from…
On June 18, 1878, my great-great-great-uncle Albert was sitting on the front porch of his lovely Austin home, Las Ventanas, surveying the bounty of his garden. In a letter to…
The room was silent. Barbecue expert and writer Lolis Eric Elie, author of Smokestack Lightening, had just been asked what he thought about New York City barbecue. He paused for…