Stuck like a plum in a pound cake for a decade at the Philadelphia Inquirer, I wondered where to eat. Of course I cooked or defrosted and was lucky to have the progenitor of Whole Foods, Austin, Texas' Fresh Fields, walking distance from both my desk and apartment -- I lived right across the street from Walter Annenberg's Inquirer castle, a footstep commute. The Rodin Museum was a few blocks away, but you can't eat marble. Most of my colleagues had homes in the suburbs, so I rarely got invited. I didn't understand why they were there, … [Read more...]