From the moment I was old enough to form and vocalize opinions, I was stridently anti-vegetables. I took issue with their texture, but mostly I was pissed that the tomatoes on my plate were assertive and drippy enough to make everything else taste just like them. I maintained the vegetable ban throughout my childhood…
As a state, Connecticut is so small, it barely warrants a professional sports team (no offense to the Hartford Yard Goats). Outsiders associate the state with New Haven pizza, common-sense gun regulations, and unchecked affluence. Rarely are people aware that the state is home to one of the best cheeseburgers in the…
My family communicates best through hot beverages. In the throes of my anguished adolescence, my father developed a system for dealing with me that was similar to the way most people approach wild animals: Extend a food tribute and run away. In my father’s case, the proffered peace offering was a cup of hot tea served…
The most heated discussion to take place around the Jewish high holiday table will center around politics, as usual. A close second—if my family is any indication—will be about gefilte fish.
On an unspecified date, in a small town in southeastern Missouri, a man named Clayton Eftink was contemplating the Corona. More specifically, he was thinking about how the Corona had become associated with the lime and exactly whose idea that was. An avowed Stag lover himself, Clayton wondered what garnish would pair…
