Seeking Out My Inner Tortoise

~By Sarah Pascarella I am now in my thirties, and trying to learn to change my eating habits. Not the actual meals on my plate or the food choices I make, mind you, those I think serve me just fine. No, I’m trying to change the actual way I eat, which one could describe as…

Maple Syrup, $50; A Sunday Tradition, Priceless

~By Sarah Pascarella It’s funny how people determine what’s worth a good splurge, especially when it comes to food. In my house, most groceries were strictly no-nonsense. Nutritious, natural, nothing too fancy–these were the staples of our pantry. We clipped coupons and took advantage of weekly sales to make sure our grocery dollars went far….

Here’s To You, Mr. Martinson

~By Sarah Pascarella I’ve been drinking coffee since the ripe old age of eight. My first taste was purely an accident. One Saturday morning, my mother had gotten up from eating breakfast to refill her cup. She returned to the table, coffee pot in hand, a twinkle of mischief in her eye. Before adding to…

Small Fry, Well Done

~By Sarah Pascarella I’d like to admit, right here and for all to read, my deep love for the french fry. Not just any old french fry, though. (Although, admittedly, those are quite fine.) I’m talking about my favorite type of french fry–crisp on the outside, dense on the inside, piping hot and just salted…

The Case Against Melon: A Polemic

~By Sarah Pascarella Let me say this upfront: I am not a picky eater. There are very few dishes I won’t try, and most foods are welcome on my plate (or in my bowl, as it were). But there is one fruit I cannot abide: melon, in all its forms. What is it about this…