You gotta love The New Yorker. Wry, urbane, and recently under attack for some controversial cover art. You know what? It's not going to make me stop reading. Not when the latest edition features the Fourteen Passive-Aggressive Appetizers that would…

Could there be two more heavenly words than bacon and pizza? And I don't mean that Canadian variety so popular with the pineapples. I'm talking fat-marbled, skillet-fried, greasy, delicious bacon. According to Serious Eats' Slice report, Famous Original Ray's in…

Lately I've been trying to determine my specific relationship to food. I love to cook and experiment in the kitchen, but I'm no gourmet. I love to eat, but I don't think I qualify as a "foodie." I think what…