My Quest for Lunchbox Supremacy

I treat my child’s lunchbox like it’s a restaurant for one. On the drive home after school, I feign interest in all the things a parent is supposed to care about — homework, volleyball, science projects, blah blah blah — until I can ask the question I really want the answer to: How was your…

A Love Letter to Canned Food

Like many ingredient-obsessed cooks, I hit the farmers’ market once or twice a week. I eat my brussels sprouts and squash in October, my asparagus and rhubarb in June, and not a whole lot beyond potatoes and onions in February. Fresh, local and organic is my kitchen mantra. Yet when I start dreaming about the…

The Best Baked Apples

Good morning. Dorie Greenspan can picture her mother in her cashmere wrap coat, in a cocktail dress covered with sequins, and in Capris and kitten heels, but never in an apron. “I don’t remember her cooking,” she wrote for The New York Times Magazine this week. “A child of the Depression and a working woman…