You don’t really expect the guy who owns the storm shutter company, while sorting your wing nuts, to drop a line like, “I’m moving into oyster farming.” But this line was indeed dropped (and so was my jaw). One thing led to another, as is often the case when the word “oyster” is uttered... »

I have a few perennial favorite foods I can only find on Cape Cod. Each year when I jet east to enjoy beach time with my family, I have to get cranberry pecan rolls at Pain d’Avignon. At least once per trip I must buy a bag of the almond biscotti at Bucky’s, with... »

read part one of come on Irene here The day of the actual hurricane dawned gray and sort of fluffy, the sky resembling the fuzz of a baby chick. A mild, non-menacing wind whipped through the air as I drove to the Dunkin Donuts for a quick cappuccino fix. (My mother and I, sharing one... »

I’m sure a lot of people can boast they rode out Hurricane Irene (aka the hurricane that was supposed to eat the East Coast but filled up on Carolina) with good friends and good food. But how many can say they waited out the storm in a three hundred year old historic estate that... »

One of my chosen summer reads this year is Man with a Pan, the collection of essays and recipes from men who cook (and can write). I loved the idea of New Yorker cartoonist and family “chef” John Donohue’s Weeknight Chicken Parmigiana as it involves making your own super simple sauce and doesn’t involve... »

I know I’ve been skimping on the brunches lately. I have no idea where all my summer Sundays have gone. I was so happy that this week I found the time to get into the farmers’ market groove and spend the day playing with peak of the season produce. The menu included Chef Annette... »