A Mother’s Day cone-ucopia
When Zeus was a newborn, his father wanted to eat him, so the future king of gods was taken to a secret chamber beneath Mount Ida on the Greek island of Crete. There, baby Zeus began drinking …
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An eggsperience to dye for
The egg came first. For millions of years before humans domesticated the feathered lizards we now call “chickens,” countless generations of beings, including dinosaurs, were laying eggs. …
Creamy carrot pasta
Some of my favorite recipes come from vegetable farmers. These dishes tend to be veggie-forward, local and seasonal. They usually come together quickly and can satisfy the voracious bellies of …
Tantalizing tofu
My friend Brad would sooner shoot tofu with his 9-millimeter then eat it. At least, those are his vibes. But when I found myself in his hometown of Houston and emailed him for a restaurant …
Cuckoo for cocoa nog
When the weather turns cold, we turn to hot cocoa. Like the vanishing sun, that steaming cup is a source of warmth, energy and all-around power, from sled hill to window sill. Mix hot cocoa with …
A versatile and veggie-forward winter dish
Extra festive. Extra cute. I call it “Christmas sweater” because of the color scheme and general look of the dish, but this recipe is not tied or limited to the holidays. Earthy, sour, sweet …
Turkey bone soup for the holiday soul
Thanksgiving marks the start of the holiday season, and a parallel season of enhanced leftovers consumption. It can be a freewheeling, chaotic time, when pieces of feasts and roast beasts are …
Prune plum torte report
If you pull up the search engine of your choice and type “Marian B,” the autofill will complete your query: “Marian Burros plum torte.” Suffice it to say, I am not the first …
Toasting tomatoes with Todd English
This is a fun time of year to be chef Todd English. Which, chances are, you aren’t. But you can still enjoy this sunny moment, the cusp where summer meets autumn, in the same ways the four-time …
The flavor of fire
In the rain-washed air above Montana’s Red Eagle Campground, vibrations of rock ‘n’ roll power chords mingled with the fragrant smoke of a buffalo feast. On the ground, a mix of …