Banana Daiquiri

The daiquiri, an aristocrat among cocktails, has undergone a tumultuous transformation during its century-long reign. Allegedly dreamed up by an American working in Cuba at the time of that country’s war of independence from Spain, it consists, in its simplest and finest expression, of rum, lime juice, and sugar. That formula was elevated to a mixological art form by Constantino Vert, who experimented with different kinds of ice and liqueurs and came up with unique presentations at Havana’s La Floridita bar.

Have a Cow

Have you ever done a steak tasting? I don’t mean just spearing a piece of meat off a friend’s plate so you can compare his sirloin strip with your ribeye. No, I mean something more like a wine tasting, where you thoughtfully plan a sampling of several steaks, from light to robust. At most steakhouses, where the highly laudable goal is consistency, a steak tasting can go only so far.

Fried Chicken

A few weekends ago, my cousin told me about a chicken her husband had recently rescued—more likely purloined—from the side of a busy road that it was, no doubt, trying to cross. This lovely hen, whom they welcomed into their family and christened Julia, lets herself in through the dog door and contentedly perches on the kitchen counter while my cousin washes dishes. She also likes to sit on her lap.

The Texanist

Q: I grew up in the forties and fifties, when the rule in my grandma’s Texas kitchen was that the men ate first, waited on by the women, then the women and children dined. Everyone seemed happy with the arrangement.

Mother of the Bride

My husband and I are sitting across the table from our daughter, Teal, and her fiancé, Bennett. Around us, the restaurant is bustling, with servers slipping between tables hoisting fragrant pan-Asian dishes while patrons scream delightedly at one another. Noise aside, this will be the last calm moment the four of us have together for a while.

Cat Power

My marriage to Michael began cat-free. After all, Michael didn’t like cats. He’d tell you so outright: Cats are standoffish. They don’t have a personality. Cats aren’t fun. No cats. 

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