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		<title>Wine Enough, and Time</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I was writing Joachim Splichal&#8217;s cookbook (Patina: Spuds, Truffles, and Wild Gnocchi), that highly-respected chef gave me a short, one-sentence piece of advice that permanently removed any fear of stirring. However, I know that, for home cooks, risotto ranks right up there with souffle in the &#8220;I can&#8217;t do it!&#8221; realm. Here&#8217;s what Splichal [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Let Caesar Be Caesar</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Friends, Romaines, Countrymen: lend me your mouths. We come to eat Caesar not to bury it. And Caesar is an honorable salad. Let us stop and consider the rich history—the provenance, if you will—of that crispy-creamy-salty tumble of leaves that is so beloved of restaurant-goers of all ages: the Caesar. On second thought, let’s forget [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Love In The Time of Cauliflower</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I looked down at the proudly offered plate, and everything on it was white. Poached chicken, boiled potatoes, and something called “cauliflower-cheese.” It was my first-ever dinner in England, and who could have imagined that 24 hours later, I’d meet the man who would become my first husband. ]]></description>
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		<title>A Burger for Our Age</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m back in the Hudson Valley, after six months on the left coast, and the first thing I do is buy a freezer-full of meat from Turkana Farms in Germantown. It&#8217;s an antidote to the gray, cold days, a carnivore&#8217;s snuggle-blanket to protect me against the vicissitudes of a Northeast winter that doesn&#8217;t know when [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://roadfoodie.com/site/in-the-east/a-burger-for-our-age-2/</link>
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		<title>What A Boar</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am standing underneath a scarred, ancient oak tree on an isolated ranch far to the west of Paso Robles, in central California, with a dead body, a blond woman, and a strange man—I first laid eyes on him five minutes ago—who is holding a very, very sharp knife. &#8220;It&#8217;s a surgical blade,&#8221; he says, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chasing the Champignons</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The phone rang at 8:26 am. &#8220;What are you doing right now?&#8221; I overheard the female voice asking my husband. &#8220;Can you be here in five minutes? This isn&#8217;t going to last for long.&#8221; I cocked a sleepy eye over the top of Stella&#8217;s smooth, warm head at C, who has been sleeping late during [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Gentle Dreamer, Part Two</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When our gentle hero from Part One, Cosimo, began to amass an estimable collection of wine—his own, plus some of the top labels and vintages in the world—it became clear that he needed somewhere to put them. The bespoke cellars that adorn the West&#8217;s redundant crop of McMansions run into the &#8220;mid five figures.&#8221; (Can [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://roadfoodie.com/site/in-the-west/gentle-dreamer-part-two/</link>
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		<title>A Gentle American Dreamer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(Part One.) It&#8217;s worth noting, as we wend our way toward a new decade (new decade? What the Hell happened? You have a glass of wine and a few olives and all of a sudden it&#8217;s been ten years since the millennium!), that there are many versions of the American Dream. Often, the rags-to-riches model [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://roadfoodie.com/site/in-the-west/a-gentle-american-dreamer/</link>
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		<title>Another Wine Country</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve never required much motivation to hop into the car and drive toward wine, food, and fire. But when the lure includes soft, rolling hills bristling with closely-ranked vines, olive trees waving silvery foliage, and lavender puffs busy with visiting bees—why, then, I&#8217;m like a randy tom-cat with one simple agenda. Even after five years, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://roadfoodie.com/site/in-the-west/another-wine-country/</link>
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		<title>Now That&#8217;s Rich</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In case anyone has a doubt about this, I&#8217;ll just go on record and say that a two-month separation is not good for any couple. One month apart, or a couple of weeks, can be invigorating. Any longer, and the culture of the partnership begins to sound and feel different. Having said that, we had [...]]]></description>
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