I was single and living in New York when I bought my first cookbook. Unlike Nora Ephron, I didn’t get mine from my mother. When I left home...

Some years ago, my husband bolted into the kitchen with a furrowed brow of concern on his face. “Was today Valentine’s Day?” he asked,...

Thank goodness football season is over. I’m really not much of a fan. While it’s true that I grew up in Texas, where the sport has been elev...

When I was in elementary school, every Wednesday was Mexican food day in the cafeteria, and my favorite approach to the food was to s...

So, here we are almost a month into the new year, and I still am not used to writing 2010 on my checks. It’s been 200something for so long t...

Over the holidays, I was at the grocery store so often I thought maybe I should just set up a cot in the produce aisle. So as we move into t...

I’m back! Please excuse the delay, but the holiday frenzy was particularly acute this year, what with various relatives and friends coming ...

One of the great pleasures of winter weather is comfort food. I’d almost lost track of that need – there being not much call for it in A...

Just a tiny, ahem, personal promotion: the December issue of Ladies' Home Journal carries a reprint of my essay on my obsession with s...

This year, my son and daughter-in-law -to-be are hosting their first Thanksgiving. Her family will be joining them, but we’ll be in ...