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Katy Andersen

Spring means fresh, juicy strawberries.

I was at the market last weekend with a mission. I set out with a fork, a bottle of water, and a fistful of dollars to eat my way through some of New York City’s open-air food and farmers’ markets. [Read more...]

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Despite the fact that Washington DC went home dry this year, minibar's Jose Andres (left) was in good spirits. Wolfgang Puck (right) was awarded this year's Lifetime Achievement Award.

Some might compare Monday’s James Beard Foundation Awards to the Oscars. There’s a red carpet. And a stage. But this is a celebration of people who feed your appetite for fine food, not just entertainment. It’s a gathering of the tight-knit world of well-respected, well-fed luminaries of the restaurant world. [Read more...]

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Local fish, Phnom Penh Market, Cambodia

One corner of every local market that fascinates me is the fish section. What have local fisherman pulled from the river or the sea? The answer varies by region, and it’s always a surprise.

Words can’t describe these glistening, quivering water creatures, but photographs can. I’ve compiled some of my favorite memories of sea-born surprises from around the globe: Feast your eyes, and head to the local market the next time you find yourself in a new city. [Read more...]

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Pat LaFrieda and the tools of the trade

LaFrieda’s passion for beef shows in every menu he touches. He invented the blend for Michelin-starred Minetta Tavern’s “Black Label” burger. He sells to the Spotted Pig and the Little Owl, not to mention Danny Meyer’s Shake Shack. LaFrieda is the meat man about town, and even the Food Network has recently taken note. [Read more...]

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You’ll never guess where I had a five-course meal on Wednesday night. Not on a white tablecloth in the heart of Manhattan, nor in the comfort of my urban kitchen next to a hot stove. I ate dinner out of a truck, or rather, five food trucks, with seating (and beer pairings) inside the Brooklyn Brewery out in Williamsburg, just a bridge away from dead-center New York City. [Read more...]

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