I can’t much blame the French for having an attitude when it comes to cuisine. After all, they’ve had a few thousand more years of practice than the American c...
If I were a salad, I would never live in a place that would dress me in plain old iceberg lettuce with one mealy slice of tomato and three carrot shavings and then toss me uncer...
Back in the good old days when my husband was a normal American male, feta cheese was pretty much something we’d find sprinkled on salads in trendy restaurants along with ...
I love dolphins and islands and the smell of gasoline and Antonio Bandaras. I love mayonnaise more than Miracle Whip and National Geographic specials and Amish country.&nb...
I’ve been trying to be a real good girl: taking the skin off my chicken and the fat off my meat. Eating lentils and legumes, grains and grapefruit. Using...
The bumblebee, stuck in the Brie, thought, “What a wee catastrophe! I want to flee from this debris, for it smells just like an old squeegee. I’d rather ...