People love their spuds.
So much so that we received an e-mail about one of our latest issues, in which we warned against eating too much of the starchy white vegetable:
People love their spuds.
So much so that we received an e-mail about one of our latest issues, in which we warned against eating too much of the starchy white vegetable:
If you’re one of the 102 million Americans with elevated cholesterol, you need to change your lifestyle.
But probably not in the way you think…
It’s one of the most ancient healing traditions in human history.
It has been practiced by almost every culture and religion on earth…
Live lobsters… Sheep pelts… Artisan pickles… Old Bay goat cheese…
One of my favorite weekend stops is also one of the rare places you can find all of these unusual items in one place – the Baltimore Farmers Market, now in its 42nd season.
My team is always on the clock.
The most recent example came this weekend when my researcher talked to her family about salt. Her family members expressed concern over the “high sodium content” of the microwavable dinners that the 93-year-old matriarch enjoys. They fretted over the fact she was getting too much salt in her diet.
First, they went after salt… then bacon… and then coffee.
Now the Nanny Police want to take away my fried chicken.
The good news: The E. coli outbreak in romaine lettuce is now over.
The bad news: We may not catch the next one.
Doc’s note: This week, we’re sharing your favorite issues from this year, and today’s is one of the most controversial…
It’s about time the FDA finally agreed with me… only 10 years later.
Last week, the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) released a statement about my favorite type of oil… olive oil. Oils with high levels of a certain type of fatty acid called oleic acid can now boast about their health claims. In other words, your favorite bottle of olive oil may now carry a statement about heart health. According to the FDA’s language, the manufacturers may state that:
Thanksgiving is the one day I spend thinking entirely about food…
I remember growing up watching my dad spend all day making Thanksgiving dinner for our family. He did it all. The oyster stew, the gravy, the stuffing… We even brought out the honorary carving knife for him. At the end of the day, the kids did the dishes. Mom loved that day.