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Let’s talk turkey

When is a fresh turkey also a frozen turkey?That was the question to be answered this Thanksgiving, as the birds that were advertised -- and that I pre-ordered -- as fresh, appeared to me the day before the holiday with ice crystals in their cavities. And those were the most pliable of the ...

Ah . . . the many over-eating possibilities

Food, endless food.Buffet after buffet, menu after menu.Roast beef so pink and tender, it was sliced thin and rolled into rosettes. Onion rings that were made to order and served in a tiny fryer basket. Thai noodles with crunchy, shaved vegetables. Fish so fresh, it practically swam to the ...

Redskin games of yesteryear….those were the days

Back in the old days, by which I mean the 1970s, getting ready for a Redskins football Sunday meant packing a picnic to eat in the stands. Mom would chop celery and swirl mayonnaise into tuna to make sandwiches that became deliciously soggy when we unwrapped them at halftime. As the weather ...

It depends on the bug

I've been reading about the foodways of cultures unlike ours, who receive their protein from sources we wouldn't consider.Elsewhere in the world, the cow is either revered as sacred, or is simply scarce. Chickens, pigs and goats are more abundant, but expensive. Inland cultures cannot depend on ...

We do like our drinks

The laziest feeling I know is the one that envelops me after a day at the edge of the ocean. The feeling that creeps up after becoming semi-hypnotized, with my chair positioned precisely to enjoy the advance and retreat of water at my feet. The feeling of natural anesthesia produced by hearing ...

Food show visitor—this year I went with a plan

This year, I went to the Fancy Food Show with a plan.Held at its summer venue, the Jacob Javits Center in Manhattan, the show is enormous. No, actually, it's even bigger than that.This year's show, organized by the Specialty Food Association, was the biggest since the show was initiated in ...

I know I’ve still got it

Just in case I wondered whether I've Still Got It, now I know.I do.As a musician's wife, I have spent many Saturday nights alone with the television remote, while my guy was off at a bar somewhere, performing with the band. I have never worried that he would stray; first off, he loves me, and ...

Square in the middle is where you’ll find Kansas

I don't think Kansas gets the respect it deserves.I believe that the vast middle of our country has been long overlooked. The land that is our breadbasket, our prairie, the result of Manifest Destiny and the immense watershed of the Mississippi and Missouri rivers, is for most Americans, ...

The saddest day of winter

The saddest day of winter is nearly upon us.It's not the shortest day. That one already occurred. It's not necessarily the coldest, either.It's surely a day of melancholy, but it's not a day of mourning.In fact, it's a day of festivities, of parties and eating too much and perhaps imbibing as ...

The season of leftovers

"It's like colcannon," I tell my husband, as I pile leftover mashed potatoes atop my leftover spinach salad.He grimaces, but it's delicious. I'm a food mixer by nature, anyway; the type that lets the elements on my plate not only touch, but mingle. But however tasty a mixed bite of leftover ...