chiles

If your family is like mine, the week before Thanksgiving is filled with a flurry of messages deciding what everyone is making. There’s been...

When I hear bad news, my first inclination is to eat. While that’s perhaps not the most constructive way to deal with stress, it does make l...

This summer has gone by fast and I’m still a little surprised that it’s August and people are returning to school. I’ve spent my summer work...

The legendary cookbook author Fannie Farmer once wrote that corn is not worth eating unless it’s August. I wholeheartedly agree and enjoy my...

Memory is a strange thing. For years I’ve been obsessed with a chocolate brownie ice cream that I ate when growing up in Houston. It was mad...

Like most people, I grew up eating food cooked in a slow cooker. Whether it was an easy way to have dinner on the table after a long day of ...

The other day someone asked me what I always keep in my refrigerator. After going through the usual list of things such as salsa, cilantro, ...

If you’re a Texan of a certain age, then you probably remember Liz Carpenter. Mrs. Carpenter was most famously Lady Bird Johnson’s press sec...

One recent Sunday after a hearty beef stew dinner, my family sat in my grandma’s living room taking the New York Times dialect test. It was ...

About 43 years ago or so, Robert “Bob” Armstrong walked into Matt’s El Rancho in Austin and asked the owner’s son, Matt Martinez, Jr., to su...

“What is that incredible smell?” asked a friend as he walked in the door. I pointed to the stove where shredded pork was simmering in an ear...

This time of year, I start to go chile pepper mad. Okay, I admit that I’m always cooking with chiles, but in August and September they are ...

The song of the cicadas, the beginning of football and the arrival of Hatch green chiles always signal the end of summer for me. While I usu...

It’s not often that you have two special occasions fall on the same day but every once in a while worlds collide. Like this year—with both D...

When I first moved to New York, one of the dishes that was lacking was migas. That Texan breakfast staple of eggs scrambled with fried torti...

Last weekend, I flew home to Texas for a family wedding. It was the Aggie branch of my family—a group that not only lives near College Stati...

Going on a picnic or having a cook out? I’d like to offer you a suggestion—this bowl of poblano chorizo potato salad. Now, when I lived in T...

These days, when you say you’re serving wings, most people assume it’s the spicy variety that were made popular in the far upstate New York ...

For Lent, I gave up beef. Now, I wouldn’t say that I necessarily have a beef-eating problem, but there was a period right before Ash Wednesd...

For me, driving through Texas is therapeutic. Seeing the big sky, the wide-open spaces, the cattle, the trees, and the cacti out my window i...