I can never think of one but I think of the other. As sure as my Uncle Quentin conies into my mind, quahaugs come, too.

A de luxe variation for the Lenten menu is frogs' legs from the frogland of America; these shipped by express the day after the night they are caught. The frogs are packed in kegs, the minimum order five pounds.

Mama had relatives in St. Louis. Family rumor was they had moved there with the invention of beer.

Honey in comb for a summer breakfast treat. Crash in with the fork, spill out the white clover sweetness, a bee's content distilled with a trace of the basswood bloom.

To French gourmets September is the month of la renaissance culinaire and let no one tell you that connoisseurs don't look forward to this gastronomic awakening.

Rain or shine, spring's in the bones. Undeniable evidence at Ye Olde Herb Shoppe, 46 Dey Street, New York. Here are spring tonics for sale, the old-fashioned kinds made of bark, seed, and berry to turn into teas to quicken the blood....

This style-conscious summer even the baba adopts a new look, gets a new flavor.