In my kitchen right now are two loaves of sourdough bread, both from Bread Alone (because the last time I tried to make a sourdough starter, it began with great promise and then turned gray and sloggy, and then I became obsessed with it like it was a small child who had stopped eating. Sam […]
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Years ago, I was sitting in a West Village restaurant with my mother and stepfather—I think it was called Joanne’s, and it was down a flight of stairs on the ground floor of a brownstone—and for reasons that I don’t understand, I ordered rabbit. My mother and Buddy looked at each other, and then at […]
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