“One day, though, I had an epiphany. I must have been about twelve or 13, and my classmate Doris had asked me over for Sunday lunch. They had no servants and her mother…

“Not long ago, we went to a christening in a sweet little church just outside Athens. The ceremony unfolded the way it’s meant to: the priest was benignly pious, the baby howled when…

“So what constitutes a memorable meal? Note that I didn’t say perfect. Is it the gastronomy, the skillful marriage of the finest ingredients with a technical expertise developed over decades on the job;…

Eating Well Is The Best Revenge By Diana Farr Louis The iconic Greek family at their dinner table. “These are the reminiscences of my husband Harilaos, known to some of you as ‘Joy…

Eating Well Is The Best Revenge by Diana Farr Louis ANDROS, Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—9/13/10—This is the scene. It’s the mid-50’s in the Long Island suburb where I grew up. And it’s supper time. Around…

“It all began on a tennis court in the late 80s. I was co-editing a magazine for a Greek hotel chain and, since we were writing most of the articles ourselves under pseudonyms,…

“He was literally a godsend, highly intelligent, fun to talk to on any subject from Heather Cox Richardson to Gustave Mahler, and a good cook whose specialties were anything with tomatoes, pasta, ice…

“The first person who enchanted me with her well-spun stories was my stepmother, Betsy, who arrived in my life when I was eight, four years after my own mother had died. Although she…

“I felt myself detoxing from apartment life, wearing as few clothes as possible, sandals only when in town or on gravel, becoming more and more aware of all the nuanced joys of being…

“It all began on a tennis court in the late 1980s. I was co-editing a magazine for a Greek hotel chain and, since we were writing most of the articles ourselves under pseudonyms,…