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I am exhausted today after staying up late last night writing something that was perhaps overly emotional and embarrassing, but, hey, there ...

I started sliding weeks ago, before our dog got sick and we had to put her to sleep. Losing her made me let go. No, losing her made me tell ...

Be forewarned that this is a long, rambling post about my dog. There's no talk about food. There's no art. Just some memories of Cle...

A while back I wrote about making blueberry jam with maple syrup and lemon zest,  but I have learned much about jam-making since then and I ...

Article first published as   Book Review of  Barry Estabrook’s Tomatoland   on Blogcritics. If you are looking for a feel-good book, Tomato...

That's my Icelandic grandmother, or Amma , on the far left in the tweed suit, holding a fur hat in her hand. This picture was probably ...

At the fish counter this morning, I was thoroughly seduced by the wild-caught sockeye salmon from Alaska. I know, I know, Alaska is in no w...