Tomato and peach from the Grant Park Farmers' Market in Atlanta, basil from the backyard: this is what late June in Georgia looks like on a plate. Not sure I could survive the summers here, but it’s sure nice to visit and eat a month ahead of our Michigan schedule.
Sunshine and 60 degrees – not what you associate with London in March, right? It’s not what Londoners expect either, judging from the difficulty in finding sunglasses to replace those I’d deliberately left in my car before I left. But 60 and sunny it was, with a few exceptions, when I co-chaperoned a study abroad… Continue reading London Calling
Rarely do I dine fine, but star Chicago chef Grant Achatz’s restaurant Next is currently doing a meal based entirely on the ancient Roman cookbook attributed to Apicius, and my classicist uxor would not miss it. So off we went for a night in the big city to meet two Next-veteran friends for a nice… Continue reading Next!
Manet at the Carnegie was one day in PA, Heinz at the Heinz the next. The history museum in Pittsburgh is officially named for the former senator and is not funded by the corporation, but it features a display of the company's history and products that is both engaging and advertisementy. Note the name of… Continue reading Ketchup in the Buttery
I was at the Carnegie Museum of Art in Pittsburgh today, and I saw Edouard Manet's "Still Life with Brioche." I realized that I aspire to pretty much exactly that: a still life, with brioche. Is that too much to ask?
Work recently required a trip to the Bay Area. There’s hardly anything that hasn’t already been said in praise of eating out there, but to those of you landlocked here in the upper Midwest, I present to you two words together that until now you have almost certainly kept apart: sushi burrito. While it sounds… Continue reading Sushi what?
Another highlight of the Thanksgiving trip west: gorging on raw oysters with my dad. Whole Foods had six different varieties on sale at coastal prices, and, since he was buying, we split five dozen over two nights, narrowing the six down to our favorite three for the second round. It seemed a little crazy eating… Continue reading Rocky Mountain Oysters?
“Grandma, it’s Mines, not Mimes,” read the placard outside a building at the Colorado School of Mines. We were there to visit their geology museum the day after Thanksgiving, not being the types to brave the Black Friday crowds at the malls and big box stores. The campus, located just west of Denver in Golden,… Continue reading Out of Our Mines