I recently spent four glorious days in midtown Manhattan.
For two of those, I was pretty much closeted in the Roger Smith Hotel attending back-to-back seminars at a cookbook conference. Read more…
I’ve been championing Brussels sprouts for many moons.
Some time in the 1990s, when I was food editor for the Toronto Star, I penned a piece on “underdog foods” in which I named those that have a bad rep, some of them for no apparent or justifiable reason.
The list included these items: Liver, prunes, turnips, tofu, tapioca – and Brussels sprouts.
Ever one to support the misfit and maligned (something that dates back to my childhood as a secular Jew growing up in a white-bread, white-collar suburb of North London, England), I immediately came to the rescue of these culinary underdogs. Read more…
