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He showed us what was on his fork, triumphantly, as if he had made it or given birth to food. I have no idea what this is!, he told us. What is this? He made us taste it from his fork, reloading as needed, and guess what it might be. Read the rest of this entry »
We bought the farm, not to grow anything, but because it came with so much food. The farmer had died without a will and let it go for taxes, complete with furniture and cars, and in the barn some big machines we siphoned of their gas to joyride down the country lanes. Read the rest of this entry »
How you begin is who you are. Only a killer can do it alone; for others, whether you slice, chop or do field surgery, have someone reliable hold the bird by the wings at the shoulders. Read the rest of this entry »
She was our youngest and tender-hearted (tender, in fact, throughout) and therefore hard to eat. All through the lengthening day, the aroma tempted us to open the oven and peek, to pluck at the crisping skin, to let just a bit of her escape. Read the rest of this entry »
Every new technology makes it harder to live together. His first thought, on seeing the summons, was of his wife: had she noticed it, was what he thought. She was in the kitchen, reducing wine and lemon juice for scampi. Read the rest of this entry »
Emil is a genius. What he does with food is more like alchemy than cooking. The dishes that come out of his kitchen might not be food any more. Read the rest of this entry »
Hot oil makes food glisten for the master and his mother and his sons. An unattractive vegetable can cost cook her job. The young girl watches while wilted greens are set aside and chicken goes into the heat. Read the rest of this entry »