 I love ice cream. I mean, I really love it, as much as sex, almost as much as Frank Sinatra, more than Manolos. I'll eat anything sweet and frozen (and have): yogurty vanilla ice cream in Red Square in the dead of winter as Soviet soldiers ate their own; an exquisite prune-and-Armagnac flavor at Berthillon, on Paris's Ile St.-Louis; Vassar Devils (hot fudge and marshmallow sundaes served on brownies) accompanied by many gin …[Read more]
 				 					 					  						 	             		         						 						 						   I love ice cream. I mean, I really love it, as much as sex, almost as much as Frank Sinatra, more than Manolos. I'll eat anything sweet and frozen (and have): yogurty vanilla ice cream in Red Square in the dead of winter as Soviet soldiers ate their own; an exquisite prune-and-Armagnac flavor at Berthillon, on Paris's Ile St.-Louis; Vassar Devils (hot fudge and marshmallow sundaes served on brownies) accompanied by many gin …[Read more]			
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			Mastering the Art of Gelato

 I love ice cream. I mean, I really love it, as much as sex, almost as much as Frank Sinatra, more than Manolos. I'll eat anything sweet and frozen (and have): yogurty vanilla ice cream in Red Square in the dead of winter as Soviet soldiers ate their own; an exquisite prune-and-Armagnac flavor at Berthillon, on Paris's Ile St.-Louis; Vassar Devils (hot fudge and marshmallow sundaes served on brownies) accompanied by many gin …[Read more]
 				 					 					  						 	             		         						 						 						   I love ice cream. I mean, I really love it, as much as sex, almost as much as Frank Sinatra, more than Manolos. I'll eat anything sweet and frozen (and have): yogurty vanilla ice cream in Red Square in the dead of winter as Soviet soldiers ate their own; an exquisite prune-and-Armagnac flavor at Berthillon, on Paris's Ile St.-Louis; Vassar Devils (hot fudge and marshmallow sundaes served on brownies) accompanied by many gin …[Read more]			
 For her latest culinary adventure, 						          intrepid cook-in-training Reggie Nadelson heads to Harlem, where 						          she learns an authentic southern specialty from a revered master. 					             The oil sizzles, snaps, crackles in the seasoned 						          black cast-iron pan. The skillet feels a hundred years old, something 						          seasoned with depth and age and history. Tentatively I pick
 				 					 					  						 	                          						 						 						  For her latest culinary adventure, 						          intrepid cook-in-training Reggie Nadelson heads to Harlem, where 						          she learns an authentic southern specialty from a revered master. 					             The oil sizzles, snaps, crackles in the seasoned 						          black cast-iron pan. The skillet feels a hundred years old, something 						          seasoned with depth and age and history. Tentatively I pick 
 For 						              her latest culinary escapade, Reggie Nadelson pays a visit 						              to Ron Ben-Israel for tips on crafting a dessert almost too 						              pretty to eat. By REGGIE NADELSON 						           						          "Elton John’s people just called 						          and asked me to make his birthday cake—what should I do?" says 						          Ron Ben-Israel when he calls to
 				 					 					  						 	             	           						 						 						   						        For 						              her latest culinary escapade, Reggie Nadelson pays a visit 						              to Ron Ben-Israel for tips on crafting a dessert almost too 						              pretty to eat. By REGGIE NADELSON 						           						          "Elton John’s people just called 						          and asked me to make his birthday cake—what should I do?" says 						          Ron Ben-Israel when he calls to 
 Steak is to Buenos Aires as chocolate is to Paris. Not only is it everywhere but beef is also part of this city's history and soul. Reggie Nadelson reports.
Midnight at La Dorita in Buenos Aires and a friend, call her Luisa, arrives from her shrink and consumes a pound or two of bloody and delicious rump steak. On the terrace the crowd eats meat and drinks red wine from old-fashioned, thick-necked carafes. In this neighborhood restaurant, almost no one speaks English. Cigarette smoke drifts on
Steak is to Buenos Aires as chocolate is to Paris. Not only is it everywhere but beef is also part of this city's history and soul. Reggie Nadelson reports.
Midnight at La Dorita in Buenos Aires and a friend, call her Luisa, arrives from her shrink and consumes a pound or two of bloody and delicious rump steak. On the terrace the crowd eats meat and drinks red wine from old-fashioned, thick-necked carafes. In this neighborhood restaurant, almost no one speaks English. Cigarette smoke drifts on 
 As she continues her 						            journey toward competence in the kitchen, Reggie Nadelson visits 						            Heston Blumenthal, the chef they call the Einstein of the restaurant 						            set. BY REGGIE NADELSON 						                 						                It’s ten to eight in the morning when I arrive in 						                the English village of Bray and I’m nervous. I’m
 				 					 					  						 	             			       						 						 						   						        As she continues her 						            journey toward competence in the kitchen, Reggie Nadelson visits 						            Heston Blumenthal, the chef they call the Einstein of the restaurant 						            set. BY REGGIE NADELSON 						                 						                It’s ten to eight in the morning when I arrive in 						                the English village of Bray and I’m nervous. I’m 						   
 In a city where tradition meets the avant-garde in shops, cafés, even living room windows, Reggie Nadelson finds the heart of modern Dutch design. BY REGGIE NADELSON
Along Amsterdam's Prinsengracht Canal, in the heart of this cold, upright, lovely northern city, some of the tall, thin houses are four or five hundred years old. And some of the faces you see in this staid paradise of exquisitely correct social policy still resemble the merchants, matrons, and maids painted by Rembrandt. Go to the
In a city where tradition meets the avant-garde in shops, cafés, even living room windows, Reggie Nadelson finds the heart of modern Dutch design. BY REGGIE NADELSON
Along Amsterdam's Prinsengracht Canal, in the heart of this cold, upright, lovely northern city, some of the tall, thin houses are four or five hundred years old. And some of the faces you see in this staid paradise of exquisitely correct social policy still resemble the merchants, matrons, and maids painted by Rembrandt. Go to the