Don’t mess with Christopher Kimball (photograph by Ryan Pfluger).
Since he got into publishing, in 1980, Kimball has watched the arrival of California nouvelle and Asian fusion, the farm-to-table movement, Whole Foods and the gourmet supermarket, convenience-store sushi, the celebrity chef and the contemporary urban foodie cum blogger, and he has managed to ignore them all.
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Kimball was shod in fire-engine red Italian oxfords and had draped a long scarf of some kind of really good angora-type fabric around his shoulders, so the cumulative effect — imposing and more than a little louche — was that of power and wealth expressed through anachronism.
