Clearly, I am going to eschew my opinion into the sea of twitter-ready fingers prepared to eviscerate my preferred carbohydrate enveloped champion. The best sandwich — is the BLT. At its soul, the sandwich is a vessel of texture. Autumn crisp bacon, market-fresh lettuce, toasty bread, a tomato, and silken mayonnaise. The core of a…

Cameras: Our phones ate before we did. Nothing changed more drastically in the decade than how we collectively decided to show off our requirement for sustenance. With Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook, and the like hijacking our hippocampus, we spent several minutes of our meals capturing the essence of our 2 a.m. pizza to impress online strangers…

Chicken liver mousse. That sounds pretty disgusting from a linguistic sense. Why would you ever make mousse from a liver, whose job is to essentially detox shit from your body? In an American sense, it sounds like a string of loose nouns placed in succession for someone whose dietary configuration subsists of ‘I’ll do it…