The pancake experiment

There often appear on these pages descriptions and pictures of interesting food items that Calvin and I have prepared and eaten, both at…

Mushrooms at work

It’s been raining here in Mississippi, and judging by the scene outside my office this morning, Mississippi mushrooms like rain. Overnight, a lovely…

On the evening of Friday, June 23, downtown McComb will buzz with the energy of Chez Clay, my one-night pop-up restaurant. Topisaw General Store…

I have a confession. It’s a food confession. There shouldn’t be a need to apologize for tastes in food. There are white meat…

In these pages three years ago I wrote about some chickens I’d stuffed. My thinking riffed vaguely on turducken. As a reminder for…

Crowds of people are not my idea of a good time. I like my space and I don’t like noise. Crowds of drunk…

Dear Mr. Dukakis, I read the article about you in the Boston Globe a few days ago. At first I thought just that…

There are people who go gaga for sandwiches. You don’t have to look very far to find folks who live for grilled cheese…

When asked what my last meal would be if I knew I would die soon, I generally name lamb, raspberries and pears. The…

Some years ago — not too many years but two or three eyeglass prescriptions ago — I walked into a restaurant in New…