I swear I’m only doing this because I’m so happy Freya is back in the blogosphere as the proprietress of The Cocoa Lounge . I’m not much o...

We celebrated my Dad’s 80th birthday this weekend with family, friends and a tower of cupcakes. Everyone pitched in to choreograph the surpr...

You may not realize that cake has long-standing political connotations. Of course, there’s the infamous “Let them eat cake,” comment from Ma...

Recently, I heard a rumor that my friend Rocky claims to be a member of Spanish culinary royalty. I first get the word from my colleague Hal...

Clementine Paddleford. Her name sounds like something out of a Rogers and Hammerstein musical, but she was perhaps the most famous food wri...

We’ve dubbed the day the “First Annual Food and Wine Classic.” The conference is over, and fifteen of us have stayed on in the San Francisco...

What is a Spork? I must admit I was totally in the dark. Maybe I don’t get out enough, but for those of you who are as blissfully uninform...

Has the news got you down? Global economic woes got you in a slump? Cheer up – apple season is in full swing! Okay, maybe food can’t actu...

It is not my typical Saturday lunch. The autumn air is crisp and clean as I stroll along East 65th Street in Manhattan, towards a cream col...

Rick Wasmund’s unassuming whisky distillery sits on the banks of the Thornton River, near the Shenandoah mountains in Virginia. Much like p...

How does one define the word guest? It is Thursday night at the Foster Harris House in Little Washington, Virginia. Technically, the inn...

The seasons have changed several times since my last visit. The Inn at Little Washington is framed with late summer flowers and the air is p...

America’s third President, Thomas Jefferson was a connoisseur of good wine. He drank it every day, called it “indispensible” to his health ...

It is a blistering but bright summer afternoon in Virginia, the kind that might have found Thomas Jefferson inspecting the kitchen garden at...