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May 2006

  • The Tart Whisperer (Martha Stewart’s Rhubarb Tart)

    The Tart Whisperer (Martha Stewart’s Rhubarb Tart)

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    For anyone who watches “The Dog Whisperer” (and I’m a recent convert after reading Malcolm Gladwell’s article about him last week), you will know that dogs are pack animals. For them to behave–for them to be healthy, happy dogs–you have to be their master. Dogs will read you: show any weakness, and they will own…

  • I Ain’t No Yokel, I Eat Local: Market Meals from the Union Square Farmer’s Market

    I Ain’t No Yokel, I Eat Local: Market Meals from the Union Square Farmer’s Market

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    Chapter Two of my book is called “Master the Market” and it’s all about food shopping–particularly the challenge that awaits the neophyte at farmers markets around the country. For me personally, I’ve always been a farmer’s market nincompoop: since I grew up in mainstream grocery stores and since my mom never cooked, I go to…

  • Wined and Dined at Una Pizza Napoletana

    Wined and Dined at Una Pizza Napoletana

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    Bene is a new Italian culture magazine that will be distributed in “150 of the best Italian restaurants in the United States, starting May 15th.” Why am I telling you this? Well Bene’s Editorial Director, Joanna Goddard, wrote me recently to see if I wanted to write for them. “Umm,” I wrote back, “You know…

  • The Mother’s Day Meal We Cooked Last Week

    The Mother’s Day Meal We Cooked Last Week

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    We are now entering the phase of this website known as “the phase in which Adam juggles writing his blog and writing his book.” I have decided that when it comes down to choosing the best place to share new material–the blog or the book–the best choice is the book because the book is more…

  • Reader Mail & My Stream Of Consciousness List of Things to Eat in New York When You Visit

    Reader Mail & My Stream Of Consciousness List of Things to Eat in New York When You Visit

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    I’ve been a blog slacker lately–updating less frequently and, more horrifically, not responding to reader e-mail. If you’ve sent me an e-mail over the past few weeks, I deeply apologize for not getting back to you. With my thesis reading and school ending and the kidney I donated to a nun, things have been quite…

  • Graduation Feasting, The Finale: Who Can Eat All This Trendy Asian Fusion Food? Buddakan!

    Graduation Feasting, The Finale: Who Can Eat All This Trendy Asian Fusion Food? Buddakan!

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    Who is responsible for the lavish meals you see displayed before you on my website? No, I don’t mean financially: financially we owe our gastronomic livelihood to my father who slaves away in his Margate office almost ten hours a day so we can nosh on amuse bouches and petit fores. No, the question I…

  • Graduation Feasting, Part Two: Come To See, Victory, in a Tavern called Gramercy

    Graduation Feasting, Part Two: Come To See, Victory, in a Tavern called Gramercy

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    I know that on Sunday night we ate dinner at the Gramercy Tavern. I know this to be true but as opposed to Daniel, which I wrote about below this, dinner memories aren’t flooding to the surface. Everything about the Gramercy Tavern was perfectly executed–the hostess was pleasant (and pregnant), the bar room was colorful…

  • Graduation Feasting, Part One: Daniel You’re a Star

    Graduation Feasting, Part One: Daniel You’re a Star

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    The graduation feasting began Saturday night when mom and dad swept me away to Daniel, a place we’d visited once before but which I longed to return to. “I long to return to Daniel,” I informed mom and dad when they were making reservations. They even offered to take me to Alain Ducasse–that palace of…

  • Writing School

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    Today I graduate writing school and I officially become a writer. The words you’re reading now are not sanctioned yet–give it a few hours and suddenly you’ll realize how un-degreed these sentences were. I kid, of course, because graduating writing school is not like graduating medical school or (ahem) law school–you can be a practicing…

  • Ramps and Green Garlic and Pasta, Oh My!

    Ramps and Green Garlic and Pasta, Oh My!

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    The word on the street is: “Ramps.” “It’s ramp season,” people will say. “You better buy them now: they don’t last long.” So on this obviously bountiful trip to the farmer’s market (see two posts below this), I couldn’t ignore the several stands selling ramps to innocent bystanders like me. I chose a bunch with…