When they say,“Non”, they mean, “Convince me.” When they say,“We do not take returns”, they mean,“Convince me.” When they say,“It’s not broken“, they mean,“Convince me.” When they say, “You need a prescription for that”, they mean,“Convince me.” When they say,“The restaurant is completely full”, they mean,“Please come up with a better story.” When they say,“The restaurant is completely full”, they mean,“We already have enough Americans…

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Every year the International Association of Culinary Professionals hands out awards for what they deem are the Best Cookbooks of the Year. Last month in Seattle, I attended the ceremony with a few friends and instead of getting drunk on the free wine and champagne and heckling the winners as usual, I was thrilled when the names were called and not one…not two…but three of…

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Someone, anyone…help!…bring Rice Krispies! I think I brought too many marshmallows back…

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Choxie Lady

Everytime I go back to the United States, I’m certain to spend a good part of one day wandering aimlessly up and down the aisles at Target. (And can everyone please stop correcting folks when they say “Target”, with “Tar-jay“, which was somewhat funny…about 10 years ago. But we’ve all heard it a zillion times before, and people expect us to laugh in response, but…

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I make this every year for Passover. It’s not that I’m all that religious (for some reason I seem to celebrate only the holidays where there’s lots of eating, drinking…and presents, of course.) But I always pick up a box or two of matzoh, which is stacked high in supermarkets this month, plus I love the sweet-crunch of this toffee-like confection. The only problem is…

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This April marks a very special three-year anniversary. Do I celebrate with a coupe of Champagne? Do I whip out the mixer and make a celebration cake? Do I pull out what’s left of my hair and be bitter? No, no…and maybe. In April of 2003, I shipped two cases of books to my address in Paris, and somewhere between here and there, someone is…

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When I was young and had no deadlines or mortgages (or a blog), I was footloose-and-fancy-free right after I finished college. So just about the day after graduation, I hitched on a backpack and headed to Europe. In was the 80’s and it was the thing to do. As I traversed the continent, I met scores of other kids my age doing the same thing…

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Pay Dirt!

Why is it when you order French Fries, a disappointing majority of the time they come out in a limp heap, underbaked, greasy, and soft. Does anybody really like their fries that way? Anyone? (start rant) I always want to take the plate back into the kitchen, present them to the cook, and ask why they didn’t leave them to cook until deep-golden brown and…

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“You’re going to flip out.”That was the message I got from a representative and friend from KitchenAid when he found out I was finally going to visit their factory. It was a visit I’ve been waiting years to make. I’d been meaning to visit the KitchenAid factory ever they brought up the idea to me a few years ago, asking me to give a baking…

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