
What I’m eating: Boricua Bites brings comfort food to Springfield
SPRINGFIELD — Nostalgia can be a hollow tool when it neglects personal evolution, but if comfort food is involved, I’ll welcome the wistfulness with open arms.
SPRINGFIELD — Nostalgia can be a hollow tool when it neglects personal evolution, but if comfort food is involved, I’ll welcome the wistfulness with open arms.
While the origin of chicken wings can be much debated, the item and its lore in America has cemented the food as an easy and reliable delicacy to cover in sauces and stuff in our faces during football games, and sometimes just after a long day.
WILBRAHAM — If my increasingly fragile stomach allowed, I could have chicken and waffles every other day for the rest of my life. When done right, the meal is that good.
As we enter the cold, dark days of winter, it is time to talk about a category that has become somewhat unfashionable lately: big California reds.
As we reach the New Year, it is of course time to talk about bubbles. While we could discuss Champagne, as we almost always do during this time of year, I’d rather turn your attention to a region that simply never seems to get its due: Franciacorta.
The bristling cold of winter often leaves me blue. Seeing the sky turn pitch-black by 5 p.m. daily leaves me in a malaise as I pine for warm days where I could bask in the outdoors. During this hibernation period, I crave comfort food more than ever.