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Here’s a quickie: in the past five years, I’ve written 2,375 entries and received 36,059 comments. Granted, many of those comments were from Spambots offering to enhance my genitals, but–still–it’s quite a statistic.
Where would this blog be without my friend Lisa? She was the Gracie Allen to my George Burns, the Betty Comden to my Adolph Green. In our early days, we cooked together, we ate together, and we made crazy videos and songs about food that I posted enthusiastically on the blog. We’re still good friends…
It’s a dangerous thing to devote an entire week to celebrating the 5th anniversary of your blog; that’s like shutting down the post office to celebrate the 500th anniversary of mail. Only I’m not the post office and blogging isn’t mail and, you know, after five years I think I deserve a week of celebration,…
One week from today, this blog will turn five years old. Five years old! That’s half a decade. Was it really five years ago that I wrote my first post? That I typed the words “amateur” and “gourmet” haphazardly into the title box of my blogging software? Was it really five years ago that I…

When it comes to gift-giving, it’s good to have a thing. Those without a thing are hard to buy gifts for: you choose between scarves and candles and ponder the merits of fuchsia vs. chartreuse or hyacinth vs. gardenia. But when someone has a thing, you just get them something that fits their thing. Like…

What’s worse than traveling during the holidays? The answer: traveling from one snow storm to ANOTHER snow storm during the holidays. That’s what I attempted to do yesterday in what may have been the worst travel day of my life (though I’m sure you’ve experienced worse.) Let’s not talk about the 12 hours on the…
Doing dishes tonight, I inadvertently did that slapstick comedy trick of pulling the tablecloth out from under a bunch of dishes only to send all the dishes crashing to the floor. Only it wasn’t a tablecloth and it wasn’t a bunch of dishes: it was a dish towel and a half full wine glass. And…
When Archie Bunker called his son-in-law “meathead” on “All in the Family,” it entered the lexicon as both an insult and a term of endearment. But not until this season of “Top Chef” had I ever considered that “meathead” might actually be a physiological disorder, an actual psychological/anatomical condition that causes the sufferer to, literally,…