Leif Enger’s debut novel, PEACE LIKE A RIVER, has a single page that has left me leveled for the past 10 years. So like other PEACE devotees, I snapped up Enger’s latest work, VIRGIL WANDER, wondering if he could do it again. Let’s just cut to the chase. If you liked GARP, grab a hot
Spoiler alert: This column is not about haute cuisine. In fact, it is inspired by one of those accidental recipe moments that sometimes occur when you peer in your fridge with horror. I was starving. The boys and I had scarfed down copious amounts of Mexican food the night before. Now the kids had gone
I was sitting at a bar in central South Dakota the other night chatting with the barkeep – an amiable half Jewish, half native American, sports loving ex-convict from St. Louis, via Missoula, Richmond, VA and the Bronx – when the conversation shifted, naturally, to our partners. I am in a commuter marriage between Chicago
I have tall ravenous boys. When they are hungry they rip through the fridge and pantry like locusts. Patience is not their virtue. Their starving eyes fill me with guilt, even as they bury themselves in their phones and Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. Sometimes you need a quick culinary fix. A Ramen packet boils
I’m not sure how people “make it” in the arts. I’ve been an artist all my life, not to mention a musician, carpenter, stair-builder, laborer, landscaper, cab driver, security guard, short order cook, waiter, bus boy, dishwasher, and parent to two teenagers. Pretty much everything I know in life I’ve picked up by trial and
There are certain go-to recipes that I return to again and again. And they frequently don’t make a lick of sense. You can go to any good deli or specialty store and pick up a pound of this luxurious fish for about twenty bucks. Why go to all the trouble to make it yourself? One?
Something happened! Oscar Night used to be a televised homage to the people who made films. It was their night, and Hollywood’s night, and we were invited to tag along. If there was a red carpet celebration, I can barely recall. What the celebrities wore was a matter of casual observation. The length of the
Has this ever happened to you? You get your Chinese takeout home, open up all the packages, lay out the egg rolls and hot mustard and duck sauce, spread out the lo mein and Hunan pork and garlic shrimp and Happy Family special – and then you start with the wonton soup. And the broth
When I heard the news that iconic fashion figure Karl Lagerfeld had died, I bolted up in bed. I am hardly the fashion plate; I don’t run in those circles. But my friend Chef John DeLucie does and he had a story. Many years ago John and I wrote a book called THE HUNGER, about
We’ve all been there! Tough day at the office. Our beloved partner is tied up in a client meeting (why don’t they just call it business cocktails with an appetizer or two thrown in for good measure?). The kids have been home from school for hours. They’re glued to their cell phones or game console.