Canned chipotles are my secret or, rather, not-so-secret pantry essential. I first discovered them while living in Chicago in the early 2000s, a time...
Igrew up with both a love of canned foods and a free-floating anxiety about medical calamities. The former was thanks largely to Spaghetti-O’s, while...
Four summers ago, while perusing the outdoor fruit section of Berkeley’s Monterey Market, I stumbled upon several crates of bright yellow mangoes that had...
Spam occupies an outsize space in the American culinary consciousness as a particularly yecch food. There are a few possible reasons for this. Maybe it’s the...
