This little gem lay on a dusty shelf in a resale store in DeKalb, IL, swathed in a dust cover so busy and unstylish that nearly caused me t...

[Note: This post is from 2005.  I retrieved this in draft form, found the pictures on my defunct Flickr site, and am re-posting it i...

Is what the sign said at the tiny DeKalb Farmers' Market yesterday.  After last week's retreat at my friend Zoe's, in which s...

When I returned from Singapore in October, I made a mad dash to the kitchen like never before.   I was melancholic on the plane, poring ov...

There's something to be said about an overnighter on a train.  Finding your designated room-ette, watching the train pull out of...

I'm all for classic, even vintage kitchen tools, but I made an exception when I came across this device in the North Market the other da...