Joanne Weir food wine travel

I was sitting on the beach sipping a margarita in Isla Mujeres, Mexico and The New York Times called and asked for a recipe.  It turns o...

OK, so when you’re a chef and you’re asked to cook in the ultimate dream kitchen, what can you say, but “how soon can I come over?”!  ...

Sometimes you just need to build a gingerbread house.  I don't know about you, but this year has been crazy busy, so when my friend, J...

Ever have a moment that just puts everything into perspective?   When I had my first meal at Chez Panisse many years ago, it turned into a ...

The most gorgeous gaggle of women landed on my doorstep the other night and  they were carrying dishes that looked so familiar...  h...

Nineteen months in the making.   Weeks spent combing through boxes of family photos and recipes from my great grandmother, Lett...

When I was young, I used to sneak into my mother’s garden with my sister Nancy just to watch her pull a big stalk of my mother’s prized r...