It has been just over a year since I started this column, and writing those 50-odd articles, which were often about food shopping, has allowed me to indulge in one of my favorite pastimes: wandering aimlessly in any kind of market, from the fanciest gourmet shop to the dingiest corner grocery. Honestly, I'd rather shop for the ingredients for my dinner than peruse a restaurant menu. Hours of my life have slipped away while I sniff peaches at the farmer's market, or taste every kind of olive oil at Fairway, or ask for sample after sample of feta cheese at Titan in Astoria (it doesn't hurt that they have employed a ridiculously handsome young Greek God to... More >>>