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.

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.


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.