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Craig calls from work at 7 o’clock on Friday night and asks me what the plan is. “How do you feel about mutton?” I ask. There is a pause. “Mutton?” he replies. “Yes,” I say. “How do you feel about eating mutton?” Dating me requires patience, skill and tolerance for outlandish eating ideas. It took…
Walking past the sea of buttons I always see displayed at the north end of Union Square, one such button caught my eye. I’m not one to browse buttons, but this button called to me. “C’mon man,” said the button. “You know you share my ideology.” I asked the button man how much it cost.…
Welcome back to Nibbles. What are nibbles? Little tastes, tidbits, morsels for you to pick at while surfing the web. Not to be confused with nipples which should never be picked at while surfing the web. That would be unsanitary. * The first nibble is a justification for my poor posting earlier this week. I…

I am embarrassed. I have lived in New York for two years now and how often have I taken advantage of the cultural opportunities just outside my door? How often have I journeyed up to Queens for Greek food or to try the famous arepas from the mythical arepa lady? How many Indian supermarkets have…
Here are some nibbles for you to nibble on. Food Nibbles – Last week, a group of us went to Prune for dinner and I ordered the monkfish liver appetizer. I didn’t know what to expect: how big could a monkfish liver be? Well the answer is: pretty big! And pretty tasty too. Monkfish liver…

For anyone who watches “The Dog Whisperer” (and I’m a recent convert after reading Malcolm Gladwell’s article about him last week), you will know that dogs are pack animals. For them to behave–for them to be healthy, happy dogs–you have to be their master. Dogs will read you: show any weakness, and they will own…
I received this e-mail yesterday and it gave me a good laugh. It simply said: “My four year old daughter just saw your picture at the top of the blog over my shoulder and asked me if you were God.” Ah, from the mouths of babes.

Chapter Two of my book is called “Master the Market” and it’s all about food shopping–particularly the challenge that awaits the neophyte at farmers markets around the country. For me personally, I’ve always been a farmer’s market nincompoop: since I grew up in mainstream grocery stores and since my mom never cooked, I go to…