These characteristics have earned the avocado a reputation as one of the most dangerous foods to cut. Just recently, the wife of a colleague here at The New York Times was slicing an avocado when she suffered a cut so deep she had to be taken to the emergency room.
The Mets said a magnetic resonance imaging examination on Monday revealed that Syndergaard, a right-hander, has a partial tear of the right lat.
Men come to the Met, too, of course, but they rarely get the attention their better halves do. Tux-clad and bow-tied, they mostly chatted among themselves —
Good morning. We try to stay buoyant here at Cooking. Food is our one true thing, the kitchen our refuge. (That’s me in the corner with the metal colander on my head, waiting for things to get better while the pasta finishes boiling.)
The festival, which runs May 18 to June 4 and has a reputation for tapping into timely topics like climate change and gender, will crowdsource choreography for
Beyoncé arrived around 1 a.m. and sidled up next to Mr. Rousteing, sharing Champagne and laughs as camera phones snapped away.
Dufresne takes the foil-wrapped sandwich with him down 23rd Street, walking at a rapid clip. He’s dressed more like a hiker than a world-renowned chef revered for artfully plated, scientifically forward food, including delicacies like fried mayonnaise and savory everything-bagel ice cream. The iconic dishes he served at his now-shuttered restaurant WD-50 influenced an entire generation of molecular gastronomists. But on this day, he’s preparing for the opening of Du’s Donuts & Coffee, a much more casual joint situated at the William Vale Hotel in Williamsburg. (The space is now open.)
This left-wing provocateur is not shy about his agenda, made explicit on a preliminary poster for the production, which poses the question, in all capital lett
That the menu has become as predictable as the one at your local Drybar is disheartening. These are women, after all, who make their money on their image (and,
A world away in eastern China, Zhu Delong, 75, also shook his head as his net dredged up a disappointing array of pinkie-size shrimp and fledgling yellow croakers. “When I was a kid, you could cast a line out your back door and hook huge yellow croakers,” he said. “Now the sea is empty.”