Lobster Bisque and Striped Bass à la President Barack Obama
On February 24, 2009, President Barack Obama lunched on lobster bisque and striped bass, along with TV anchors due to …
Category Archives: Food Columns
At the Edge of Change: Blogging Live From Washington, DC and the Inauguration of President Barack Obama
Starting tomorrow, after tonight’s dinner at the Willard Hotel, “Gherkins & Tomatoes” will share every tiny crumb possible with readers …
MILK: That Old White Magic
[Note: Ironically, I just came across this December 15, 2008 NPR interview with Anne Mendelson: "A Culinary History of Milk …
ONE POTATO, TWO POTATO …
One potato, two potato, three potato, four, five potato, six potato, seven potato more. Icha bacha, soda cracker, Icha bacha …
An Apple a Day
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Folk proverb One of autumn’s most anticipated pleasures — aside from football …
Ecstatic in Farmers’ Markets (with a List of Cookbooks at the End)
Not too long ago, driving through the flat land of northern Illinois, I passed near Galena, a charming Victorian town …
The Omnivore’s 100—Think You’re an Adventurous Eater?
Feel like taking a test today? Oh, come on–this promises both fun and a learning experience all rolled into one. …
Becoming Italian
I’m hardly Italian. Nowhere near it. With a family tree first planted in America in 1632, a seedling from a village not far from Norwich, England, we’ve been in the New World so long that we have no ethnic ties or traditions at all. But for some reason, Italian food and culture and history tapped something in my soul. Through my pots and pans, I’ve adopted Italy’s cooking. And dreams of idyllic Italian style. My house walls glow terra-cotta red in the morning sun. Rows of rosemary, oregano, and mint sprawl in my garden. And I collect Italian cookbooks like a money-mad King Midas wallowing in gold coins.
The REAL Fish‑and‑Chips (and Lost Relatives, Too!)
Britain’s national dish is no longer bloody roasted beef, but rather fish and chips: batter fried fish and French fries, that is. Without fish and chips, eaten by millions of Englishmen everyday, the British economy would probably plummet and the national health care service grapple with more heart patients, no doubt. But fish and chips must be done just so in order to qualify as the REAL thing.
