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In a foodies' world, navigation, movies and even tennis revolve around a delicious four-letter word. By Barbara Haber
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A crusty culinarian tinkers with America’s gluttonous holiday and questions its gifts. By L. John Harris
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Reeling from divorce and loss, one family ditches the turkey dinner for something more whimsical. By Deborah Madison
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In India, days of ritual and special foods facilitate a father's journey to the afterlife. By Raghavan Iyer
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As a boy in Mumbai, the author saw a goat and a star-crossed girl meet their fates during an eclipse. By Raghavan Iyer
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She could do without Chinese food; he couldn’t. Here’s the unexpected way a couple settled the split. By Anne Mendelson
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Sweet steamed milk from a local vendor symbolized an Indian father's love for his eldest daughter. By Raghavan Iyer
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The failure and success of a well-meaning vegetarian cook at Camp Heartbeat in Texas. By Martha Rose Shulman
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At a potluck, everyone shares a piece of themselves. So why not a potluck wedding, or bat mitzvah? By Deborah Madison
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Now, when my mother, Patricia Neal, needs it most, Ruthie's Southern cooking feeds the body and soul. By Lucy Dahl
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The lifelong lesson a little girl learned about mollusks when the adults stopped speaking Norwegian. By Lucy Dahl
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The annual return to her ancestral village reunites an urbanite with the food of tradition. By Diane Kochilas
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Yes, they’re beautiful, but fresh blooms can be the ultimate dinner table distraction. By Deborah Madison
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At lovely Coffelt's Farm, the sheep have only one bad day. But for two stud rams, that's a long way off. By Lucy Dahl
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History already infuses rum. For one writer, the earthquake will now flavor every sip as well. By Jessica B. Harris
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Memoir: When the little black dress faces off with food and a conga line at a big family wedding. By Lucy Dahl
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In the Dahls' house, vodka and caviar took the place of cookies and milk. And St. Nick liked it that way. By Lucy Dahl
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For these transplanted Yankees, an authentic New England feast bridges years and family changes. By Clifford A. Wright
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