Save the Salmon

The way I tell the story, the day my father removed my last diaper he placed a fly rod in my hands. Since then, I’ve cast a line over nearly any open body of water I can find. He nurtured an avid fly fisherman, sure, but also an avid environmentalist. And so I...

Must I Throw Out the Whole Hog?

I came to love cooking as I came to love food. My appetite was undiscerning; everything was open for exploration. I knew only that I wanted to eat. I also came to love cooking at what would turn out to be the end of a five-year stint as a vegetarian. Few things smell...