Shuck. Slurp. Ahhhhh!

I love oysters. Oh GOODNESS, how I love oysters! My squeamish friends who have yet to drink the saline Kool-Aid and join me in bi-valve love will ask what on earth it is I like about them and the answer is EVERYTHING —  the look of them, the way they smell of...

A Chicken In Every Pot

Had I been alive and cooking and American in 1928, Herbert Hoover’s campaign promise of “A chicken in every pot” wouldn’t have convinced me to vote for him. I have this thing, you see, about cooking chicken. I don’t like it. Never have....