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This is a story about a table. It begins, in the early years of the twentieth century, when a young immigrant couple from Czechoslovakia...

Sorry there hasn't been much food blogging these past couple of weeks. I've been traveling, traveling, traveling—including to beautiful...

Jesus did it. The apostles and early Christians did it. The Fathers and doctors of the Church and most every saint you can think of —...

On Sunday, it snowed. Again. On Sunday, my plans got cancelled. Again. On Sunday, I wanted to throw knives. Again. But, instead of...

It was supposed to be a simple dinner. It was supposed to be quick, easy, and nothing about which I had to fret my little head...which is...

I was all set to write a fun, breezy little post about one of my favorite things in the universe—wine—when the Great Hive Mind informed...

Right now, everything in my world is a different shade of gray. The sky, the ground, the roads—all of it. Gray, gray, gray, gray, gray....

Your mother knows more than you think. Long ago, when you were just a wee child, picking at your oatmeal, Mom persuaded you to clean...

Last month marked the thirteenth anniversary of my move to Steubenville. I was only supposed to be here for two years...three tops. God,...

I grew up Catholic, but you’d never know it based on my Lenten history. For decades, try as I might, I could never get the season right....

It's February, which means I'm in the middle of most  every self-employed writer's personal hell—a.k.a. "tax season"—drowning in receipts...

Everyone’s got one: The friend who’s gone Paleo. The son-in-law who won’t touch animal products. The co-worker who swore off nightshade...

Our pasts have a way of writing themselves on our bodies. At least for me, that's especially true of my hands. For example, the scar on...

You live, you learn. Case in point? The great cookie disaster of 1996. In December of that year, during my senior year in college, I...

In 2015, at the ripe old age of 39, I have a fancy new stove, a pretty little kitchen, and grown up dinner plates to match. When I have...

In my family, the men cook. At least most of them do. My brother-in-law Andy can't boil water (or so my sister Annmarie claims), but the...

Food matters. It matters because it nourishes our bodies and nourishes our souls. It matters because it draws friends and family...