So I took the pukey-tasting burrata back to Balducci’s yesterday morning and talked to a nice woman at the customer service counter. When I showed her the date on the label, she frowned and pointed out that there was another label on the tub, one stamped by Balducci’s itself. It said 2/6/2010. She went back and [...]

Granted leave from the hubby’s ongoing chili investigations for the evening, I stopped by Balducci’s on Old Georgetown Road to snag (I hoped) a spinach empanada off the hot bar before returning home. Passing by the cheese zone, I glanced over and saw... Burrata! Burrata! Not that yellowy stuff that tries to impersonate burrata, either, [...]

I'm a big believer in canceling out gym-burned calories by eating something hi-cal and unhealthy afterward. Today after a workout, having discovered that Cornucopia, the little Italian market and sandwich shop near our gym, was cruelly and inexplicably closed (the owner is Italian; is he really out whooping it up over Herbert Hoover?), I stopped [...]

Every time we cook at home, our beagle, Coltrane, lurks nearby, hoping something—a scrap of bacon, a shard of shallot—will fall to the linoleum, one of the many surfaces in the house that has learned to submit to the tender ministrations of his tongue. If we could figure out a way to soap the beagle's [...]