I woke up this morning, as I often do, vaguely dissatisfied with my weight-loss efforts (or more correctly, the lack thereof in recent months). It occurred to me that exactly ...
This’ll be quick, since I’m buried in freelance work and all I’m doing is procrastinating…
Got leftover sour cream now that you’ve gorged on latkes? This ...
Is there any more wanton, more decadent, more soul-satisfying experience than biting into a potato pancake moments from the pan, still so hot it burns your ...
For my birthday, I like to pick a restaurant we wouldn’t normally go to—one that’s gotten good notices and promises a memorable meal. The danger in choosing ...
The holiday spirit has eluded us this year. Because of my surgery, we missed both S’s family Christmas get-together and my own family’s Hanukkah one. We ...
At midnight S walked into the bedroom grinning and bearing carefully-wrapped gifts. I saved the big one for last, tearing off the paper like a 4-year-old (I’m ...
Does it make me a bad person that the NYC transit workers just went on strike and all I can think about is how we’ll make it to Cookshop ...
Yesterday’s recovery walk took us to Fortunato Brothers bakery, one of the handful of old-school Italian holdouts near Williamsburg’s Graham Avenue. Their pignoli cookies and tarts are ...
As I dip my toe into the pool of life post-surgery, I find that the thing I look forward to most each day is my little perambulation ...
My surgery was a week ago today, and slowly but surely I’m emerging from the trough of pain and discomfort. Really, with the exception of Monday, when ...