In Praise of Chicago Pizza Shipped to My Door During the throes of this pandemic, as we brace daily for whatever might be coming next, and try to tamp down our dread enough to enjoy the day, in spite of all that's changed, I think it's only appropriate that I keep bringing up in this... Continue Reading →
Man Up Your Grilled Cheese -- With Steak I'd like to think that, having been a bit of a picky eater myself growing up, most of the dishes I grill and boil and fry and simmer are ones my kids can stand to eat. Yeah, dream on, Dad. I mean, I haven't yet subjected them... Continue Reading →
Sky Line Chili Isn't Exactly Ken Jennings's Dish In what has certainly become a trend, and is rapidly becoming a certainty, my oldest son, Jonah, is proving daily just how much cooler he is than Dad. Among his latest trendy obsessions is tuning in avidly to The Omnibus Project, a twice weekly effort by Ken... Continue Reading →
In Praise of: First Grilled Meal of the Season Box up the snowboots. Mothball the parka. Trap that waddling prognosticator, Punxsutawney Phil, and stuff him for a fuzzy warm hat. Or, better yet, grill the meddling sonofagroundhog. Hibernation's over, bomb cyclones are spun out. Springtime is here and it's time to fire up the barbecue... Continue Reading →
In Praise of 5th Avenue, Best Intersection of Peanut Butter & Chocolate As a man in his (early) 40s, I've put quite a few of the bad habits of my youth behind me. Never one to guzzle pop in the first place, it's such a rare presence in our fridge at home, the kids don't... Continue Reading →
An Ohioan's Take on "Chili Soup" The first Super Bowl I remember was the post-1984 season clash between the Dan-Marino-led Miami Dolphins and Joe Montana's San Francisco 49ers. I guess it was played in January 1985. I would have been 8. But everything about it says 1984 to me. It's funny: You do a search... Continue Reading →
Flavorful Red Sauce in a Rush I've given all due credit and homage to my parents as kitchen tinkerers extraordinaire. My fundamental view of cooking is less about temperature and time and more about messing with ingredients. If you didn't mix 'em up a bit, add something new, did you really cook? As long as... Continue Reading →
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