Danny Palumbo's posts

Sometimes, dishes become associated with haute cuisine for a good reason: because they’re delicious.

Though all the buzz in the celebrity chef zeitgeist seems to gravitate toward Stanley Tucci, Chrissy Teigen, and…

Jacques Pépin is a wonderful and charming food educator. His French accent and calm self-assurance put you at ease,…

I say this with love, curiosity, appreciation, disgust, and full awareness of the human condition: In-N-Out’s fries…

The Whataburger honey butter chicken biscuit is, at its core, the request of a town drunk who foolishly uses one of…

This past year, I improved a lot as a cook. I have spent hours in my home kitchen honing skills and fortifying…

Cranberry sauce is the definitive flavor of Thanksgiving, and yet I posit that it’s just as divisive as cilantro.…

The pimento cheese sandwich at the famed Augusta National golf course is from another era. For starters, it costs…

About a year ago during an interview, Peruvian born chef Ricardo Zarate told me, “I want to take down the Italians.”…

“You know, a-chiff, a-choff.”

Wine has become very horny. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but every bottle of red you see on shelves lately is…

Remember potlucks? Boy, do I miss potlucks. Specifically, the fierce competition and tense atmosphere that arises…

Foraging is a dramatic word to use in modern society. Ah, yes, foraging! My village depends on me to enter the thick…

Oyster purists will sneer at grilled oysters. To cook an oyster is to ruin it, they say. Oh, you’ll hear them speak…

America’s carb-shaming, protein-worshipping proclivities are relatively new. But since we’ve embraced keto and…

Salad for breakfast seems like a paradoxical concept whose design exists solely to annoy you. Salad is, after all,…

I love reading cookbooks because the level of commitment is low. Reading something cover to cover is asking a lot…

“Being vegan is a first-world phenomenon.” That’s a famous quote from Anthony Bourdain, and I’ve always struggled…

With its proximity to knives and fire, the kitchen is the last place anyone should be having an impromptu dance…

It’s artichoke season now, and if you’re like me, you’ve done your best to walk right past them at the grocery…