It is so interesting how your tastes in food change over the years. When I was growing up, I didn’t care for pork. I don’t mean sausage or b...

Wednesday night after Christmas and all through the house, the only thing moving is the Hallmark ornament on the tree because it’s plugged ...

When I was growing up, my favorite night of the weekend was the one when my parents would go out. Usually a Friday or a Saturday night. That...

Chicken, tomatoes, Nicoise olives, garlic, French bread, bottle of Beaujolais, a bit of Law and Order - original recipe, a warm fire, candle...

When I was seventeen, I got a job at a French cafe in Nashville. It was run by a wonderful cook and her family and if this seventeen year ol...

Sunday nights were always special when I was growing up. That’s because it was “sketti” night. When I was nine, we spent Sunday nights at ou...

Okay, this was one of those days that just did not turn out as planned. And because of that, dinner turned out to be something absolutely sp...