Evenings With Peter

Growing up in New England, a trip to Salem was part of the deal. I first visited with my cousin and aunt when I was in the fourth grade, alr...

  In anticipation of Hallowe’en, I’ll be featuring a few frightening reads or recipes (or both!) all this month—kicking things off with a tr...

                    A Prayer for Owen Meany*  by John Irving was the first book that ever made me cry. Books had been making people cry for ...

In the 1989 Batman movie, Jack Nicholson’s Joker gleefully declared, “This town needs an enema!” As remakes often reflect the current climat...

I had almost a full bottle of buttermilk left over after making my  Fried Chicken Salad  and still had butterbeans on my mind after my D.C. ...

  In a fit of culinary pique laced with a dash of nostalgia, my D.C. correspondent (otherwise known as my old pal of 30 years) set to work i...

Summer may be nearing its end, but the good news is now that we’ve returned to ‘R’ months, we can at least resume our consumption of oysters...