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It was the pizza equivalent of what happens when all the air is let out of a bike tire.
J. G. Melon's burger is just about perfect. Six to seven ounces of what tastes like sirloin, ground coarse and packed very loosely. The patty looks big but is deceptively airy and tender. Gruff service, but what do you expect? You're eating in a bar!
Oh, I knew what I was getting myself into, fat chunk-wise. What I wasn't prepared for was the complete sensory experience: the sweet porky scent; the loud potato chip-like crunch of the skin on the first bite.
As Brooklyn bands played in the backyard of East Williamsburg's 3rd Ward on Sunday, the real rock star, Butcher Tom Mylan, was making music by taking a big, serrated knife to a 200 pound roast pig.
Like an In-N-Out burger on steroids. And tastes even better.
Real, honest, and, above all, authentic Spanish food in New York.
Ted's is a famed burger stand that I want to love, but I simply cannot overcome my aversion to their specialty. Said specialty is the steamed cheeseburger, a culinary curiosity that is indigenous and exclusive to central Connecticut.
On Hilton Head Island in South Carolina, tucked away along a strip of golf resorts, hotels, and overpriced seafood restaurants is Harold's, an old-school diner car that serves up a big, mean burger to locals and in-the-know tourists.
I opened my new bottle of grapeseed oil bought from a Korean grocery store expecting a run-of-the-mill spout. but instead flicked open the cap to reveal a tube-like protrusion. My first thought was, "Damn, that's awesome!"
People outside New York can stop reading this post now. You all are not Slurpee-challenged. You see, one thing I've noticed is that New Yorkers don't know how to pull a proper Slurpee.
Il Laboratorio del Gelato's recently reconfigured shop makes it all the more difficult to resist the temptation and all the more easy to simply pop up to the open street windows and order your two, three, or four scoops.
Housemates’ wild partying grating on you? Time to ante up. Get your hands on a bunch of these scaly beauties, peel them, and leave the skins scattered about—the housemates will be convinced there’s a molting snake on the loose!
Weaving your way through the crowd at the Hollywood Farmers' Market most Sundays takes an athlete's focus and precision. It's hard to pull your gaze away from the teeming piles of Santa Rosa plums, citrine-colored nectarines, and beckoning corn!
I went to the butcher and let the patriot in me pick out the largest slab of beef, a 1 1/2" thick porterhouse, brought it home and grilled it up, then topped it off with a blue cheese butter (that's a red, white, and blue steak).
On the 4th of July, we Americans don't merely celebrate our country's independence from the British Empire—we also pay our humble respects to that most American of comfort foods: the cheeseburger. But what types of cheeses work best?
Planning ahead is important at Toby's Public House. While the brick-oven pizzas are tasty, don't you dare fill up prematurely. And don't go alone. Sweet tooths should plan around the $13 calzone dessert, stuffed with Nutella and fresh ricotta.
Earlier this week, I took a class at the Brooklyn Kitchen called Ice Cream for Everyone, taught by Elise Maiberger. Basically, it was an introduction to the wonderful world of homemade ice cream making, from simple vanilla to vegan coconut.
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Turns out we had one extra book sitting around. So we have six winners instead of five! And the winners are:
dark brown salty crust
right amount of pink inside
sizzle juicy drip
—benzado
The judges say: Perfect invocation of the perfect burger.
You once were a cow
Now you are a burger
Tasty little cow
—UncleTupelo
The judges say: Fun and wickedly dark, from the cow's standpoint. If haikus had titles, this one's should be "Bwahahahah."
this is Mc Nuggets
i said i want a Big Mac
fix your intercom
—maqloubeh
The judges say: We've all been there, man. Amen.
Fresh from the butcher,
When almost rare, good moist beef,
Seasoned, stands alone
—LunaPierCook
The judges say: Right on. The best burgers need little more than seasoning.
Pastures of cows & steer
Fields of golden wheat
A Burger is Born
—Q80 BurgerBelly
The judges say: Simply beautiful. Captures not only the spirit of burgers but the spirit of America at its best, as well.
Family cookout
Behind me, sizzle and smoke --
I can see burgers
—EatingInTranslation
The judges say: Evocative of Memorial Day and summer weekends in general.
Thanks to everyone who entered. And it is clear we will have to hold a burger limerick contest soon!