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Special interests: food and culture. Read more
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Author of a key texts in the field of deaf culture. Read more
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More than 25 years experience as an ASL interpreter.
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Special interests: food and culture

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Oakland Magazine
March-April, 2011

cover of 'Oakland'Contemporary Cuisine at Yesterday's Prices

As you enter the modern, airy dining room whose windows overlook a tree-lined estuary, the lilting strains of a French crooner set the mood for an elegant lunch. Tables are stylishly set, white linen topped with whimsically bent salt and pepper shakers. But a glance at the menu induces a double take . . . Read article

Think Globally, Party Locally

Do you hunger for an engaging cultural experience, but can’t spare the time or money for a trip abroad? Then prepare yourself for an evening in the food, music or dance of Spain, India, Thailand or Morocco. Have a chef teach you and your friends to prepare authentic Thai or Spanish dishes, dance up a storm with flashy Bollywood moves or entertain in style in a hidden Moroccan garden . . . Read article

 

Alameda Magazine
March-April, 2011

cover of 'Alameda'Beloved Semifreddi's: A Bakery Rises in Alameda

Picture a baker’s skilled hands carefully fashioning sourdough baguettes on a floured tabletop. When the crusty golden loaves emerge from the oven, each displays its own personality. Multiply that process by a hundred thousand and place it in a 33,000-square-foot, state-of-the-art bakery that operates around the clock . . . Read article

 

East Bay Monthly Magazine
April, 2011
cover of 'The Monthly'Family Flavors | The savory sagas of four East Bay clans.
In 1933, milk sold in Oakland for 7 cents a quart, rump roast cost 18 cents a pound, a dime could get you 10 cupcakes, and ads touted cigarettes as a nerve-calming digestion aid. Like many others in the bleak Depression economy, stone-mill salesman John Denis lost his job. But Denis was a remarkably resourceful man: He and his father (a steelworker who helped build the Golden Gate Bridge) set up a few unsold mills, peddled their own whole-grain flour door to door, and eventually opened a little shop in the Laurel District called The Food Mill . . . Read article
 
April, 2010

cover of 'The Monthly'Global Groceries | From India to Brazil to Japan, ethnic markets offer a world of flavors.

It’s Saturday morning and I am playing with my new toy, a conical terra cotta tagine, the traditional Moroccan cooking pot. Its dome-shaped interior magically steams meat until it falls off the bone. I scan the ingredients in the chicken recipe I plan to make. Saffron? Check. Cilantro? Check. But wait—pomegranate molasses? No worries, there’s undoubtedly a Middle Eastern shop carrying this specialized foodstuff within walking distance of my Berkeley kitchen . . . Read article

 
February, 2010
cover of 'The Monthly'Sweet Surrender | Along with sugar, spice, and everything nice, today’s chocolate shops are down with salt, booze, and bittersweet
cacao.

One taste of chocolate can change everything. As a proper East Bay mom, I had shielded my 3-year-old daughter, Lila, from the evils of candy as long as possible. But 14 years ago, in Paris, my husband’s French cousin handed Lila a creamy milk-chocolate bonbon—and my protective parental wall crumbled. As my daughter popped the novelty into her mouth, her face was transformed by a wave of ecstasy, followed by a
sidelong glance at me. “Why have you been keeping this from me?” she
demanded wordlessly . . . Read article

 
May, 2009

cover of 'The Monthly'Sweets Sculptor | Thirteen hours at the side of pastry artist Paul Masse, whose culinary career began with his sister’s Easy-Bake oven.

At 5 a.m. on a Wednesday morning, the full moon, like a wafer of white chocolate, glows above a dark, deserted Shattuck Avenue in North Berkeley. But the back room at Masse’s Pastries is a hive of activity. The enticing smell of pear tarts emanates from the warm oven, pale croissants puff up in the proofing box, and pastry chef Paul Masse wields a small blowtorch to unmold a chilled blood-orange mousse cake . . . Read article

 
November, 2008

cover of 'The Monthly'Beyond Bacon and Eggs | Sampling breakfast food from around the world.

Every culture has its own way to start the day: croissants in Paris, muesli
in Zurich, pan dulce in Mexico City. On a recent trip to Tokyo, my early morning encounters with salted plums and dried baby fish woke me up to the fact that  certain cultures serve up quite unusual breakfast items (at least from an  American bacon-and-eggs perspective). I returned from Japan determined to seek out and sample a range of breakfasts from various cuisines in local eateries. I found that Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Vietnamese, Ethiopian and Indian breakfast specialties are all waiting close by—if you know where to look . . . Read article

 
June, 2008
cover of 'The Monthly'A Sign of Good Taste | Betty Ann Prinz is the go-to food expert for the East Bay's Deaf community

Betty Ann Prinz loves working with her hands. The vibrant, red-haired, Deaf Oakland resident has taught American Sign Language (ASL) to thousands of students over the past 20 years at San Francisco State University and Vista/Berkeley City College. But her real passion is using her hands to slice, stir and sauté in the kitchen. In the local Deaf community, Prinz holds the singular position of acknowledged food expert, party planner, caterer, cooking teacher and trusted restaurant critic . . . Read article

 
October, 2008

cover of 'The Monthly'A Good Year for Vintage | Vinyl miniskirts, polyester disco shirts and elegant ’40s suits are fashion fair-game and available for a steal at East Bay boutiques.

It started with a beaded sweater; a pink wool cardigan, decorated with undulating flowers hand sewn out of tiny beads. My 16-year-old daughter, Lila, held it up from the shop rack adoringly.
“You like that?” I asked, incredulous.
“Oh yes,” she gushed. “Why didn’t you save these for me?”...Read article

 
December, 2008

cover of 'The Monthly'Oy Tannenbaum!

At my grandmother’s house, the silver and blue dreidel-shaped garlands were already hung up for Hanukkah, which came early that year.
“Guess what, Baba?” I asked my Jewish grandmother, after rushing in. “I’m going to be cooking on TV!”
“Mazel tov, darlink,” she said, beaming at me, her only grandchild.
“There’s just one thing, Baba. They want me to make Christmas cookies.”...
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Columnist - Baytripping - The story of a neighborhood that's just a day trip away
 
April, 2009
cover of 'The Monthly'Baytripping — Calistoga

My husband and I regard each other with weary eyes after another week of responsibilities, stress, and working late. Then his face brightens as he poses a magical one-word question:

“Calistoga?”

“Yes,” I sigh, already breathing deeper... Read article

 
February, 2009
cover of 'The Monthly'Baytripping — San Rafael

Farmers’ markets are my foodie Fairyland. I approach them with the giddy excitement of a child at an amusement park, torn between making my way methodically up and down every aisle so as not to miss a thing and running around randomly, drawn by a warm, sweet smell here or a throng of people there.

On a recent, rainy Sunday morning, after a 30-minute drive from Berkeley to San Rafael, I stood at the edge of the largest farmers’ market in Northern California... Read article

 
June, 2009
cover of 'The Monthly'Baytripping - Benicia

Growing up in Los Angeles, I never noticed that I lived in a sea of sameness, a monotonous maze of freeways and strip malls. But when I moved north, 20 years ago, I was surprised and delighted to discover the Bay Area’s patchwork quilt of communities, each with its own quirky personality...
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August, 2009
cover of 'The Monthly'Baytripping - Half Moon Bay

Navigating the stressful seas of modern life can turn me into a grouchy pirate. My solution is a treasure hunt—one supplied by Mother Nature. Strolling beaches strewn with seashells, foraging forest floors for mushrooms, or scanning foothills for wildflowers lulls me into Zen-like tranquility... Read article

 
December, 2009
cover of 'The Monthly'Baytripping - Fairfax

Nestled in the Marin hills near San Anselmo, Fairfax has always been, for me, a convenient yet picturesque pit stop en route to other adventures. It’s a quick turn-off to gather picnic supplies for a day of wildflower wandering at nearby Point Reyes Seashore, a caffeine-refueling station on the drive back to the East Bay after a rejuvenating hike on the lush Bear Valley trail... Read article

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Berkeley Daily Planet

  • August 21, 2008

Sampling the Fare at Berkeley’s Tokyo Fish Market

Just as the islands of Japan float like jewels in the Pacific, the two sister stores of the Tokyo Fish Market are little gems perched in the middle of northwest Berkeley ... Read article >>

 

  • December 17, 2008

Shopping with Old Friends: A Day on Piedmont Avenue

The charm of Piedmont Avenue in North Oakland is its mix of newness and nostalgia; like a big family, where young and old live side by side. The matriarch of the clan is venerable Piedmont Grocery, at 106 and still going strong ... Read article >>

 

  • February 26, 2008

Eastwind Books Provides Literary Hub for Asian Community

In order to keep his favorite bookstore from being turned into a beauty shop, Harvey Dong transformed himself from customer to owner of Eastwind Books in 1996 ... Read article >>

  • December 21, 2007

Growing Up On Piedmont Avenue

They say it takes a village to raise a child. Lacking a village, I was fortunate to have, instead, Piedmont Avenue.

In 1990, after a six-month sojourn in Paris, my husband Armand and I rented a cozy Craftsman house on Monte Vista Avenue, across the street from Piedmont Grocery and a half-block from Piedmont Avenue. I was still clinging to the civilized French daily ritual of visiting the local shops to buy fresh ingredients for dinner. I loved living across the street from a well-stocked independent grocery. It’s true they didn’t have the 365 varieties of cheese I had gotten used to in France, but they did have knowledgeable butchers who could advise me in an old-world style ... Read article >>