First restaurants lowered prices. Now some of them are abolishing them altogether. A few days ago I came across a piece in the London Financial Times about Little Bay, a cafe in London where the owner has started a month-long...
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I just wasted 30 minutes in the Rockefeller Center Hallmark store opening (and slamming shut) singing Valentine's Day cards. When the rack is clearly labeled with the song "How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)," is it really...
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I just read some sad news. The dapper bearded gentleman who sold carrot peelers from his perch on the northwest corner of the Union Square Farmers’ Market died on Sunday. If you ever heard his spiel, delivered in a booming...
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One of my favorite sights at our local farmers' market is the Bacon Hypnosis sign at the Tamarack Hollow Farm stand. Rain or shine it does its job, luring unsuspecting shoppers over to the display of pasture-raised meats. Of course,...
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In the depths of January, summer seems a million years away. Most days I am content to cook according to the season. But sometimes, the longing for the sweet fruits of July and August becomes irresistable. Last week, my friend...
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I just ate one of the best cookies of my life. It wasn't big and chunky like the kind you get from gourmet coffee stores. It wasn't thin and lacy like the ones you get at the end of a...
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As a food editor, I find nothing more gratifying than hearing from a reader who has had success with a recipe from the magazine. At Real Simple, before we publish any story we ask ourselves "Would people have these ingredients...
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Several years ago, salad mix-in bars hit New York City and my take-out lunch has never been the same. Unlike conventional salad bars, where you serve yourself from among trays of lettuce and toppings, salad service at a deli requires...
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I survived Thanksgiving this year...barely. The stuffing and Frisée Salad with Pears and Manchego were delicious, but I overworked the mashed potatoes so they were gluey and—disaster of all disasters—the turkey was underdone. It's very embarrassing to admit, but I'm...
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Every December I fall prey to amnesia. My mailbox fills up with Williams-Sonoma and Sur La Table catalogues and somehow I convince myself that I, a mere mortal, am capable of incredible feats of dexterity with gingerbread, cookie cutters, and...
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