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New Hampshire Primary

Notes from New Hampshire

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by Lauren Melby

sfc_event_feature.jpg I’m sitting in Barack Obama’s campaign office in Dover, New Hampshire.  It is 3:30 in the afternoon on Monday, January 7; the day before New Hampshire’s primary.  Tomorrow, my typically humble state has the duty to be the first in the nation to choose by ballot its Democratic and Republican presidential nominees. 

The campaign office is buzzing.  I, along with most of the other volunteers, have just returned from our first shift of canvassing around our small town.  I’ve been on foot (or tush, as I’ve fallen countless times on icy sidewalks) for four hours trying to convince local voters to vote for Senator Obama tomorrow.  I’m exhausted and I’m hungry; however, my day is immediately brightened.

Pie vs. Cake

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by Holly Goldberg Sloan

pie_v_cake_sm.jpg The world can be divided into two groups of people:  those who prefer PIE.  And those who prefer CAKE.  Okay, maybe three groups — those who have never seen a pie or a cake need to be mentioned.  But they are not part of this discussion.  They are a footnote in a world where no one footnotes anymore. 

Pie vs. Cake.

One of life’s major dividing lines. 

But I will remain impartial.   Please close your eyes, (but keep reading) and digest this:

PIE vs. CAKE.

Let that really soak in. 
  

Dispatch Nashville

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by Carol Caldwell

nashville_night.jpgCole slaw is the side dish of the South, one; and mayonnaise is the glue that holds my people together.  If we neglect to ingest something with mayonnaise binding each and every day we are liable to, and very often do, come unglued.  This is a self-evident fact that holds for my people both individually and as a culture.  When you venture into this area of the world, you will find I am not just whistling Dixie.

I have studied the cole slaw situation closely for a lifetime and may be one of the world’s leading experts on same.  People in the former CSA are extremely jealous of their states’ rights re: the matter of smokemeat, each believing their method to be the last word on the subject.  Much of this barbeque boostering is nothing but bluster without discussion of its indivisible complement and/or topping, the abovementioned unsung cole slaw.  But that’s just one thing.

mayTag! You're It

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by Bruce Cormicle

MaytagBlue_sm.jpg Maytag Blue Cheese.  Newton, Iowa - the seat of Jasper County.  Newton is home to the cowlick salt block salty, rolling thunder and lightening stinky blue cheese that is produced by Maytag Dairy Farms.  Fred Maytag II - grandson of the Maytag founder - was president of the wash machine company when he decided in 1941 to start another company that made blue cheese. Now Newton is at least temporary home to every presidential candidate that wants to carry Iowa in the Presidential caucus on January 3rd. 

Duck Fat, Maine

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by Anna Harari

duckfat.jpgIf one day, someone asks me what the best French fries I have ever eaten are, I would probably be inclined to remember Benita's Frites, this railroad-sized French fry shop on the Santa Monica promenade.  Benita's introduced me to the dipping sauces, to the notion that fries can go with more than ketchup.  Mustard, mayonnaise, blue cheese, barbecue sauce, ranch dressing... They served the fries in paper cones set in silver "cone-holders," for lack of a better word.  It was there that I first developed the philosophy that I could live off of French fries.

Pecan Heaven

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by Laura Johnson

pecan-tassies-ck-223326-l.jpgOver the holidays my cousin and her husband who live in San Francisco invited me to join them at a resort in Jamaica called Round Hill. It is to the Caribbean what The Beverly Hills Hotel is to LA. Many of the staff have been there for decades and when you leave, you feel as if you are leaving your family members. When you return, the staff always remember you.

Before I left, I was visiting my family on our farm in Georgia. The new crop of pecans had just been harvested and knowing what a fan my cousin's husband is of anything made with pecans from the farm I decided to make him some "pecan tarts."  It takes all day and I actually despise making them, too messy and too much trouble. However, I justified the pain with my invite to Round Hill. I carefully placed them in two very pretty boxes tied with some nice ribbon and off I went.

Restaurant News

Little Rascal
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by Michael Tucker

littlerascalsWe went to the Lower East Side the other night to see what the young people are up to. Our son, Max, was playing a gig at the Bowery Ballroom with a great band called dinowalrus. They totally...

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My Comfort Zone
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by Sara Mohazzebi

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In Persian, Darya means sea
Darya in West L.A. 

 

I wish my comfort food was as simple as mac and cheese or ice cream with chocolate sauce and gobs of whipped cream.  But I grew up with a...

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A Night in Provence via Tavern LA
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by Lisa Dinsmore

tavernwinecheese.jpgAs a devoteé of all things wine, I am on the constant lookout for events that allow me to expand my palate without hurting my pocketbook. It's rare to find me at large "Grand Tastings" because...

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New & Notable Restaurants in San Francisco
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by Amy Sherman

SFanchovyOne of the nice perks of writing about food is being invited to restaurants and even getting to preview ones that have not yet opened. While busy writing the cookbook I have taken some breaks to...

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