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Butternut squash and sage in the spring? Alice Waters would throw a fit! But, hear me out: we went to Sailor last week in Fort Greene and April Bloomfield’s food was so incredible — I’m still dreaming about that green toast… and that chicken… and that stuffed radicchio — that I spent much of Saturday…

Some food people are real sticklers for words and what they mean. For example: pizza. I consider the pizza at Pizzeria Mozza (developed by Nancy Silverton) to be some of the best pizza I’ve ever had, but there are detractors out there who call it focaccia because it’s so puffy. I’m pretty sure it’s pizza…

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Newspaper recipes don’t excite me. With their perfect margins, their definitive type, their antiseptic language, I very rarely open the Wednesday Food Section of The New York Times, read a recipe, and run home to make it. Perhaps it’s a function of old media vs. new media, in that the old media feels creaky and…