" Paris Plages " The blogging event "Paris in July" is coming to an end, so I'm thinking of what I'd like to...

I have just read Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette by Judith Thurman. Besides many details of Colette's life that I had never l...

Unagi terrine -- Pacific Rim Restaurant, Ann Arbor I have two food experiences on my mind today. First experience: last night, we ate ...

Old postcard of Montmartre in 1890 Edouard de Pomiane was born in Montmartre in 1875 at 28 rue des Abbesses. From time to time, in his r...

1922 edition: Still available from amazon.fr Edouard de Pomiane's first food book was Bien Manger pour Bien Vivre: Essai de Gastr...

Yes, it's an American dish... so American that we can buy it in a box and not bother melting cheese ourselves. A little mystery: w...

Can food be too pretty? Does photogenic food -- plates that look good on Twitter, Instagram, or a blog -- necessarily taste good? Is it wort...

Waiting for the salmon... yes, we eat fish in Michigan too! Salmon on the bbq -- Nat, Kaywin, Carol, and Adam, who baked a fabulous rh...

Holuakoa Cafe Fish Dinner Happy Independence Day. We are celebrating by doing nothing -- after our very busy trip to Hawaii. During the ...

Chicken Piccata for Louise's Picnic Game, 2014  Chicken Piccata is an old favorite, featured at traditional restaurants and oft...

I love the flavor of lilikoi -- that's the Hawaiian name for passion fruit. Lilikoi fruit growing on a tree in Maui when we were the...

Dessert first: a volcano made from a passion fruit-meringue tart. Delicious! I actually ate it after my entree. I love passion fruit! ...

A banana from Hamakua Springs. According to their website : "Hamakua Springs Country Farms, located on the slopes of Mauna Kea in be...

French scientist and author Hervé This claims to be the inventor of molecular gastronomy. He and physicist Nicholas Kurti invented the name ...

"It is possible for the collector of wine and food books to do a bit of international browsing at our World's Fair." So began ...

"Looking back to the earliest days of my youth, I remember the chestnut sellers at the corners of the Paris streets, close to the wine...