The Guiltless Pleasure
An ode to mayonnaise.
An ode to mayonnaise.
Murky origins. Feuding chefs. How the lobster roll went national.
A stroll through Tokyo’s Tsukiji, the world’s largest seafood market, and the mecca of the global sushi trade.
Unspoken issues grip a couple's dinner along the Mississippi River.
A woman's dead father appears at a farmer's market.
The ridiculousness of trying to rank the best restaurants in the world.
Explaining a radical shift in the way some of New York’s best restaurants do business.
A profile of the Whole Foods CEO, who, despite a rash of problems with his company, firmly believes he’s seen the future of American business.
The search for the perfect hot dog – by way of haute cuisine.
The former Van Halen front man has actually made more money from booze and food than from music.
A trip to a lobster festival leads to an examination of the culinary and ethical dimensions of cooking a live, possibly sentient, creature.
Life as a halal butcher in New York.
The author was living in a friend’s basement after a bad breakup, unable to eat. Then he had lunch with Jacques Pépin.
A hundred years ago, in the midst of an American food crisis, two spies who had once sworn to kill each other came together with a plan to feed America: hippo meat.
On keeping the place where ethically raised animals are killed open.
The complicated class politics of American eating habits.
On loving Taco Bell, as a half-Mexican. A James Beard Award nominee.
The origins of Lagunitas are laced with THC.
The train to flavortown hits some speedbumps as an edgy Food Network host meets his match.
A woman bonds with her terminally ill sister over food, memories, and shaky lives.
"When Ava won the middle school election, there was peach cobbler with a filling so warm it burnt my tongue. When I failed chemistry, she silently let me lock myself in my room, but I came down for dinner to lasagna with short ribs that fell apart at the slightest nudge. Mom would only speak to us seriously once our mouths were full; with blueberry-banana pancakes the morning of the SATs, chicken-stuffed bell peppers after soccer games, and over spaghetti carbonara for high school heartaches. We came to interpret her innermost thoughts in meticulous meals culled from Julia Child and the Rombauers. It was like she needed something to distract us when she was fully there."
A prison cook reflects on her daughter as she prepares a prisoner's last meal.
"See what I mean? Fussiness knows no bounds. Not even for inmates. We don’t serve shit-on-a-shingle, but sometimes you’d never believe it. Last week Brenda and me whipped up fifteen pans of German chocolate cake and don’t you know some idiot come up to Brenda complaining about the “presentation,” said his mama always made German chocolate cake in two layers, not in a sheet pan. Everybody’s a critic."
From Norwegian waters to European plates.
An overweight teenager's psychological test with an unhappy neighbor.
"Mrs. Butler never commented on my weight. I wanted to believe she didn’t see my layers of fat or hear how my breathing quickened if I exerted much physical effort. My neighbor wasn’t gorgeous like a supermodel, but she moved her long graceful limbs with an elegance I could only envy."
Comic miscues ensue at a private family dinner.
"Also, I’m a pretty big guy, so I often find myself appointed the unofficial bouncer on these sorts of occasions. It was Dumpling Night. I know that because when I walked past the steam table, a teenage girl was there with tongs and she said, 'Dumpling?'"