Category: Meat
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The last two weeks are a blur of restaurant meals, both highbrow and low. So lunch on Sunday at my father's in Boston – consisting of nothing more than fresh bread and tomatoes sliced up and dressed with olive oil and vinegar – came as a total relief. Later that night, I cooked our first…
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I'm kind of a sissy when it comes to grilling. Growing up in Germany, having a barbecue always seemed so utterly and entirely American. After all, the Americans did it best: juicy burgers with their toasty buns, spicy chicken slathered in barbecue sauce, gooey marshmallows falling off of scavenged twigs. My family in Italy would…
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Gratins usually make me think of rich, bubbling casseroles, replete with cream and cheese, providing warmth and sustenance during hard winter months. They do a good job of disguising pallid root vegetables at a time when you simply can't see another potato, turnip or rutabaga. But I often find them difficult to cook just for…
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In my arcane filing system, I have some recipes that manage to wiggle their way out of their plastic slipcovers and into my bag, destined for a week or two or three of being schlepped around town, between my apartment and my office and the grocery store, offering up their services loyally, yet never really…
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Well, I promised, didn’t I? I herewith break the curse of the starch post epidemic I was suffering from to present you with a 3.3 pound piece of pork belly. Rubbed and cured and massaged and roasted, it’s actually now a 3.3 pound piece of bacon. That sound you hear? My (almost) vegetarian father and…
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I am nothing if not determined. One week I say I need to eat more meat, and the next week I am doing so. Buying pork chops…pounding chicken breasts…looking forward to the Christmas goose. My protein-deficient self raises her weak little arms in triumph! I have to say, it is awfully satisfying to hear that…
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This picture practically makes me want to rip my shirt open and beat my fists against my chest. Meat! As you might have noticed, I rarely mention it. I'm not a vegetarian, but the plain fact is that I will always prefer a plate of pasta or a hunk of bread to even the choicest…
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There’s nothing like the picture of a bowl of raw meat to get people’s juices flowing in the morning, is there? Well, to be honest, there’s just no way a slice of cooked meatloaf can be photographed appetizingly. At least not within my skill level. I tried, valiantly, I did! But the slices just lay…
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