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As a kid, whenever I was behaving well I’d get a few quarters to run to the corner pizzeria for an Italian ice. When…

If you were ever required to read Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle in middle school, then you have some understanding of…

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

In Red Hook, Brooklyn, there’s a legendary sandwich shop by the name of Defonte’s. Open since 1922, it’s now it’s…

When it comes to fusing the cuisines of different cultures (I’m trying hard to avoid the loaded term “fusion”), the…

I never heard the name Marcella Hazan until she was dead. That was September 29, 2013, some five years after I began…

When shelter-in-place orders started springing up around the country a month ago, some of the more optimistic among…

Anytime I see a bowl of ground-up grain goo, I think of only one word: porridge. Porridge (aka gruel) is a mythical…

Garlic bread and pasta together is like a motorcycle with one of those little sidecars attached: it’s not cool…

To most Americans, Father’s Day comes in June and is cause to craft pops a gift if you’re in grade school or, any…

Years ago, a big, burly, gingered chef saw me making fettuccine Alfredo with cream sauce for my shift meal. He said,…

The rations of Thanksgiving leftovers have been consumed, the Tupperware is clean, and hopefully you’ve returned…

The Italians developed the condiment mostarda as a way to enhance grilled meats. This sweet and sour conserve lives…

Last week’s jarred tomato sauce taste test taught me that our readers fall squarely into three camps:

Everyone’s heard of calzones, but I’m willing to bet you haven’t met its deep-fried, gooey cousin: the panzerotto.…

I regularly cook with parsley over basil. I prefer its light earthiness, its ability to mesh with a wide variety of…

Recently during our weekly Takeout Draft, the topic centered on pizza toppings. I had the foresight and pie-topping…

In my travels, I have chomped on crispy dead crickets atop a salad like they’re croutons and sawed through a rubbery…

Ten years ago nearly to the week, the woman who will become my wife and I became “official.” We had graduated from…