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Unpacking Heat

At 25, I was living on Race Street in a high-rise loft, spending a lot of time in the kitchen slicing off the tips of my fingers. It’s a period of time I like to call Fish University because I was obsessed––completely obsessed––with fish cookery. This was before culinary school or the restaurant, so I […]

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Love in Unexpected Places: Butternut Squash with Molasses

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He rounded the corner in some sort of slow motion. Behind him — garish shades of blue and yellow. He had three VHS tapes tucked under his arm and below the flashing lights of the hanging television, he spoke to me for the very first time. “How many of these videos do you think will […]

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More Than I Can Chew: Butternut Squash Salad

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The person who advised us never to bite off more than we can chew was either very bored or very hungry. I try never to be either, especially in the winter when there’s a whole new set of big, bold ingredients to unload in the kitchen. After all, when it’s cold outside, I don’t want […]

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For Her On A Sunday: Pork Tenderloin with Bourbon Molasses

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The light hit her face in a way that made me look twice. We were sitting around the dinner table, I had been making sarcastic jokes, my nephews were climbing all over my sister, my brother-in-law was talking shop with my dad, the TV was blaring from the other room. She wasn’t saying anything, just […]

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Easy Fine Dining at Home: Scallops with Cauliflower Puree

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Disaster. Run and hide. For the last two weeks I’ve been cooking at home and the results haven’t been pleasing. I meant to tell you about the pomegranate glazed turkey breasts, for instance, and the grilled onion salad. They were going to be very autumnal and satisfying thank-you-very-much. I also meant to go on and […]

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Cook Everything. Cook Bolognese.

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In college, I trademarked a name for a particular facial expression. The one where someone becomes suddenly disappointed — where a smile turns instantly into a frown. Where pure joy and optimism becomes crushed by a shockingly less romantic reality. Back then I called it the Maria-Face-Drop. Maria was my roommate. I saw her perform […]

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Warm Shrimp Salad and a Dash of Modesty

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Modesty is a very attractive quality in people and I encourage it. If you find yourself hoping to be humbled, why don’t you dunk your grimy hands into a 20-pound bucket of potatoes and peel them? It’ll center you, I think, and it’ll teach you 1.) you are not above hand cramping and 2.) at […]

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To Those Who Wait: Tomato Salad with Pesto

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Yesterday, a yellow Nissan convertible Roadster cut me off and then passed me on the highway. To make matters worse, centered squarely on its back bumper, a vanity plate practically screamed “mid-life crisis!” Before I could mutter unkind words or raise my fist in fury, I looked closer at his rear end. And then I […]

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Bourbon Glazed Salmon

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Summer held on long enough this year for me to give it a big, sloppy kiss. I love you, summer, and if I didn’t prove it already with a brand new garden and an upgraded lawn mower then this weekend sealed the deal. It was one of those impromptu dinners — the kind that start […]

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On Fashionable Vests, Cowboy Hats and Stuffed Eggplant

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I’m looking at a picture of myself standing in Paris on a bridge with a long, gray river ebbing and flowing under me. I’m ten and I’m wearing a black shirt and a little vest. I keep trying to tell Dustin how fashionable the outfit was for a girl at the time but he throws […]

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