We had two grapefruit spoons when I was growing up. Stragglers, clearly, from somewhere. They sort of scared me: With their sharp
It’s a dry January, which means two things on this girls’ trip to central Arizona: we’re all skipping the margaritas tonight, and
Welcome to the Usual: An irregular column about regulars in their restaurants — and the roles such places play in the lives of the people they feed.
Published in The San Francisco Chronicle. Illustrated by George McCalman