I GREW UP working weekends on my grandfather’s eastern Pennsylvania farm, where there were a couple of ancient apple trees. As a teenager, I would press 5 gallons of cider from the fruit of…
“UNHURRIED” WOULD PROBABLY be the best word for the way Frédéric Eliot cooks leg of lamb in the kitchens he oversees. At Scales—restaurateur Dana Street’s classic seafood spot in…
I HATE GOING to barbecues,” a vegetarian friend once confided as she poked at flavorless charred zucchini and bell peppers, an obvious afterthought by our host that evening. That’s…
STICK WITH ME. I’ll get to the soufflés. I’ve been thinking about a scene in “Mad Men” where the lead character, Don Draper, goes to watch his daughter in a school…