It's 7:30 a.m. on a Thursday in Lowell, Massachusetts. The regular sights and sounds of the street unfold: sirens blasting, students playing in a courtyard, construction workers hammering away, and the homeless and hungry lining up outside the Lowell Transitional Living Center. Adjacent to the shelter, tucked into a previously vacant
Food writing has become such an immensely popular activity that is attracting hordes of enthusiasts. This is ironic, for in days gone by female journalists who may have wanted to write about politics or finance were instead relegated to the low-status feature pages of their newspapers and told to write
When I told my partner that I was writing a book about pork, she asked: "Does this mean I'm going to have to give up bacon?" I spent two years trying to answer that question. I visited a pig farmer who raised 150,000 animals annually in warehouse-like confinement barns, and a
April is National Poetry Month. For Zester foodies I bring -- not a recipe -- but a taste of the work of my favorite African-American poets who chose food as metaphor and main ingredient. "I think poems return us to that place of mud and dirt and earth, sun and rain,"
For the second time in two weeks, the California wine industry is under fire. First, it was a class-action lawsuit aimed at inexpensive wines with moderately elevated levels of arsenic. Now, it's cooties. And they've been spotted in the proverbial good stuff. Cooties -- formally Cutius terrebilis, a childhood condition associated
Part of what makes eating together so pleasurable, in any language or culture, is the conversation. But when London-based photographer Chris Terry was in Niger photographing an ordinary family enjoying a spaghetti dinner, he was surprised that no one spoke. "It's a great privilege to have food to eat," explained the
Being stuck in the house because of monumental snowstorms is nothing new for me; I grew up in Wisconsin. But before this winter I had never seen the amount of snow that buried the Boston area where I now live -- eight to 10 feet accumulated in successive storms, accompanied
Along a neon strip of Hollywood Boulevard, sandwiched between the Cabo Cantina and a male strip joint called the Hollywood Men, the Musso & Frank Grill does not catch your eye until you step inside. The room is packed with wooden booths, red leather banquettes and white tablecloths. The original