The best way to eat crabs, as everyone knows, is off newspaper at a large table with a large number of people.

The best way to eat crabs, as everyone knows, is off newspaper at a large table with a large number of people.

There is nothing like soup. It is by nature eccentric: no two are ever alike, unless of course you get your soup in a can.

When I was alone, I lived on eggplant, the stove top cook's strongest ally.

There is really a je ne sais quoi about turkey cooking - the air of festivity, the family squabbles, the constant basting - that does not apply to the turkey breast, which is, really, a convenience of food... A turkey without seasonal angst is like a baseball game without a national anthem, a winter without snow, a birthday party without candles.

For the socially timid, the kitchen is the place to be. At least, it is a place to start.

When I was alone, I lived on eggplant, the stove top cook's strongest ally. I fried it and stewed it, and ate it crisp and sludgy, hot and cold. It was cheap and filling and was delicious in all manner of strange combinations. If any was left over, I ate it cold the next day on bread.