“The meek shall inherit the Earth.” So we are told in the bible, Matthew, 5:5. That was written a long time ago and its author has not met today’s kids. Meek is the last word I would use to describe them. In three separate conversations with three college kids home for the summer, the main
Tag: Dinner
In my conservative estimation, I have made 4,128 meals for my two boys in a tiny galley kitchen in Brooklyn, New York. We set up shop after my divorce and for the next eight years they were with me week-on/week-off right through high school. That’s a lot of meatballs and spaghetti, macaroni and cheese. When
“What is more tedious for us than an early supper? It thrusts itself into the gathering speed of a day’s life like a stick into the spokes of a turning wheel.” –M.F.K. Fisher– I concur, and I keep on hand a mental stack of simple menus that call not for a recipe, but rather a
Good news! According to the Monterey Bay Aquarium’s Seafood Watch, when properly fished for, many varieties of tuna make their “Best Choice” or “Good Alternative” list for guilt-free healthy dining. That includes Yellowfin and Big-eye, both of which you will commonly find on sushi menus and can be caught by hand line or deep-set trolling
We shared bug juice at Camp Watitoh! As little kids, we plucked raw chopped meat out of the mixing bowl when our Mom was making meatballs. I got my sister Karen her first job in publishing. She introduced me to my first wife. We’ve shared a lot as siblings, including numerous cross country moves, the
Behold nature’s perfect mollusk. And yet this tasty and nearly always available bivalve inspires such fear in the home chef. Like me for example. I’ve cooked a thousand scallops and still find myself looking up the recipe every time I whip up a batch. And yet it is so simple – just add fat, heat,
I stand alone as the only New Yorker who never does takeout. Why? Short answer: I like my food hot. Few dishes travel well. And I consider cooking therapy. Given the choice of tipping some dude five bucks to hike up to my fifth floor walkup with a sack of congealed fries versus cranking up