GOING DUTCH
I hadn’t come to Amsterdam for the food. Although I meant to sample regional dishes—mainly Dutch apple pie and pancakes—what I’d really come for was the art, t...
Category: Food
COYOTE CAFE: FOOD FOR THE SOUL
Food for the body is not enough. There must be food for the soul. Dorothy Day Mark Miller’s Coyote Café was first published in January of 1989, the year I beca...
THE “NEW DOMESTICITY”
While writing my food memoir, Tasting Home, I avoided reading anything analytical about women and food. (I had been a professor for most of my life and d...
A SANTA FE STATE OF MIND
It is late afternoon on our last day in Santa Fe, and our reunion suppers with old friends have come to an end. We have packed, tidied our rented casita, and ha...
EATING ITALIAN: SIX VEGETABLES YOU MUST HAVE IN ITALY, OR SOMEWHERE ELSE, THIS SPRING
I went to Italy this April, having failed to lose the weight I gained on our October cruise. October, as you know, is followed by Thanksgiving and by Christmas,...
EATING NORWEGIAN
My husband Bill and I sit in To Kokker (Two Cooks), a wood-beamed, wood-paneled restaurant in Bergen Norway. The paneling and beams of the restaurant have been ...
MASTERING THE ART
Berkeley, September 1964: I placed my hands in a bowl of butter and flour with the intention of rubbing them together until they resembled flakes of oatmeal. M...
OUR VEGETABLE LOVE
Condensed from Tasting Home: Coming of Age in the Kitchen Had we but world enough and time / This coyness, lady, were no crime/. . . My vegetable love should g...
FRIDA’S FIESTA
(from Tasting Home: Coming of Age in the Kitchen, She Writes Press, 2013) This chapter follows “Labor Day in the Kitchen,” during which my daughter and I cook t...