Although Eastern Market is a joy, the D.C. Farmers Market is something else altogether. You won't find precious heirloom tomatoes here, ...

Short ribs take forever. This recipe , for instance, is pretty much a weekend affair. So when you make them, why not make a lot, right? But ...

Lately, I've been trying to get over my anti-chicken bias. I like to roast a nice chicken, but I become deeply unenthusiastic when the c...

My favorite kitchen muse-- rotting food --is at it again. With a package of (fake) crab meat expiring in the fridge and an overzealous Cost...

Though I am a shiksa , raised by a shiksa, matzo balls did make the occasional appearance in my house growing up. My sister's godfather ...

On this, the last day of the 2008 election, and thus probably the last day the name Palin will decorate our highway medians (at least for t...

I've made this salad twice already this week. They serve it at Kramerbooks in Dupont Circle alongside a pulled pork sandwich, but it...

This is sort of gumbo, and sort of jambalaya. We had okra. We had spicy sausage. We had shrimp. I had a vague idea that all of these things ...

It's not really spring in Boston. Far from it. But it's sunny at least, and there are birds chirping. and it's April, dammit. So...