Baskets of New York State cranberries made me smile at the farmers market on ...
Melissa cradles her nectarines.
Melissa Clark is one of those people who talks to strangers. Or more accurately, strangers ...
In 1972, my baby brother was born. That’s right, I said my baby brother, as in “he’s younger than me by quite a few ...
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Saturday was shaping up to be a busy day around here—we had a birthday party to attend in the afternoon and a wedding that night, plus Stephen ...
Um, yeah. This one’s a winner.
After last night’s challah and honey & apples and honey & gefilte fish & matzoh ball soup & brisket & ...
The other day I asked you all to submit your favorite apple cake recipes. I got quite a few delicious-looking submissions (thanks!), but most were ...
Did you ever go on an ingredient jag? It’s sort of like a crying jag, where you can’t stop crying no matter how hard you try, ...
The holiday spirit has eluded us this year. Because of my surgery, we missed both S’s family Christmas get-together and my own family’s Hanukkah one. We ...
One day maybe five years ago, my friend and former colleague L brought a loaf of pumpkin bread to work; it was devoured in about sixty ...
If you’re a member of my family, here’s a look at tonight’s dessert:
Tonight is the start of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year. S and I ...