I have always been fascinated by the various mechanisms that arouse hunger. There's the whole array of sensory reminders: visual (that beauty shot of a juicy cheeseburger, an arrangement of artfully disposed produce in a farmers' market stall), aural (the sound of a steak sizzling on the grill), and, probably my favorite, olfactory (mmm, the smell of baking bread). Then there's that mysterious desire that comes out of nowhere, where you know as soon as you awake that you have to have blueberry pancakes this morning, or when your psyche cries out for creamy rather than crunchy, or a friend says, "What do you feel like for dinner?" and you say "sushi" or "spareribs" or "spaghetti," seemingly without... More >>>
Shabby Chic: Yuet Lee's worn Formica tabletops
bear mute witness to the untold numbers of delicious
dishes that have rested there.