It’s not your normal type of dread, like the kind that takes up residence in your stomach every time you pay bills or when your boss unexpectedly arrives at your weekend place with Vuitton bags …

I am not ashamed to admit it publicly: I’m a Solanum tuberosum freak. Yep, so lock me up and throw away the key to the pantry. In other words, I’m a potato fanatic. I wave …

These days, if you love cocktails it’s assumed you also love the hit TV series “Mad Men,” which in turn assumes you love a good dry martini (gin, natch, not vodka), one of the ad …

I’ve made no bones about why I hated advertising while I was a copywriter and, later, an associate creative director in countless agencies. Well, I didn’t hate it all 18 years that I worked in the …

Before our son, Graham, was born, I started daydreaming about his culinary education. His first course always seemed obvious: My firstborn would be a boob man from the start. Yes, I’d teach it myself, with equipment provided and fuel replenished by nature. Only it never occurred to me in all the hours spent obsessing over what foods he might prefer later, or whether he’d be unreasonably picky, that there might be a glitch—like being born unable to eat.

Nambé, a family-owned company famous for creating stunning tabletop collections since 1951, has just launched a jaw-droppingly beautiful line of sculpted ovenware that I’m absolutely lusting after. The Butterfly Casserole (above, and with lid below …

LC reader Mary Cannon wrote in, asking if we had a recipe for manchup. A quick search of the Web told me that manchup is a dish from the Cape Verde Islands, but nothing more. …

This year we said no presents. My mom and my sister. My aunt and my uncle. My cousins. It’s not that we’ve been taking humbug lessons. All year we give each other “presents.” When we …

The worst moment in a writer’s life is the day he receives his first rejection slip. The second worst is the day his first book is published.
The former because it only takes one person—one person—to …