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...still enjoy bananas and coffee, and I have no problem drinking beer that comes from - gasp! - California. The point of eating locally is to become more familiar with our food. It's nice to hear a farmer say that my rib-eye steak came from a cow that ate local pasture grass rather than a corn-and-antibiotic slurry. Ben Kraft, Ann Arbor, Michigan...
...still enjoy bananas and coffee, and I have no problem drinking beer that comes from?gasp!?California. The point of eating locally is to become more familiar with our food. It's nice to hear a farmer say that my rib-eye steak came from a cow that ate local pasture grass rather than a corn-and-antibiotic slurry. Ben Kraft, ANN ARBOR, MICH...
...elegant, unflappable owner of the venerated Paris eatery Taillevent, Jean-Claude Vrinat was pleasantly old-fashioned. The food, while superb, was not trendy; unlike his peers, Vrinat and his chefs stayed out of the limelight. But the perfectionist Vrinat made the kings, film idols and awestruck tourists who ate there welcome, remembering names and hometowns, even opening taxi doors. Once, after Salvador Dalí had dined with his cat, the tactful and kind Vrinat offered, "Perhaps next time it would be best if your friend didn't come. I had the sense he didn't particularly enjoy himself." Vrinat...
...distavore meal was more a smorgasbord than a smart fusion of cultures, but I still ate the way only a very rich person could have dined just 15 years ago. The local-food movement is deeply Luddite, part of the green lobby that measures improvement by self-denial more than by actual impact?considering shipping food in containers is often more energy-efficient than a local farmer trucking small amounts that are then purchased on a separate weekend farmers'-market trip you take in your SUV. So I'm going to keep buying food from my foreign neighbors. Because...
...Democrats On Tuesday night, as the results started tight and stayed that way, Obama ate dinner at his Nashua hotel with his wife Michelle and his Kenyan sister Auma - no kids, no aides. As the night got longer, his would-be victory rally was tomblike. You could hear change drop. Nothing that had happened in the previous 96 hours had prepared either side for what had taken place across New Hampshire since the polls opened at dawn...