Dreaming of Summer
Last summer, S and I took a last-minute honeymoon. I say “last-minute” because the plan had been to go in the fall, after we’d recuperated from the ...
Sugar High Friday: I Want Some-Moas!
When I was a kid my mom always bought a lot of Girl Scout Cookies. I mean, a lot. Multiple boxes (six, eight?) each ...
Books, Mains, My Story, Recipes, Weight Watchers
Just Like Coming Home (Plus a Recipe for Chicken Adobo)
First of all, thank you to everyone who left those wonderfully encouraging comments on my “I look fat” post. It really did help.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been thinking ...
In Which I Beat Myself Up for Not Focusing on Weight Watchers
If you’re just here for the recipes, feel free to skip this post. I won’t be insulted, honest. I just need to face my demons, ...
On Burglars, Snowstorms, and Eccentric Chefs
Wednesday night, around 6:30, I arrived home planning to pack and organize for a mid-week getaway in the Berkshires. The front door to the building felt strange, as if the ...
My Story, New York, Recommendations
A Bad Night for Food, a Great Night for Funk
Earlier this week, I noticed a squib in the Times saying that Morris Day and The Time would be doing a show Thursday night at the Apollo ...
The Right Man, the Right Restaurant, the Right Breakfast
Yesterday was the anniversary of S’s and my first date. Neither of us is terribly into Valentine’s Day, so in a tiny rebellion against the Hallmarkization ...
Music to Eat By
Isn’t it funny how almost anything—even a food blog—can bring all one’s high-school insecurities to the surface? Lately I’ve been watching a chain-letter-type-thingie being passed among all ...
Baking, Dessert, My Story, Popular, Recipes
My Contribution to Superbowl Mania: Philadelphia German Butter Cake
There are a few things I don’t like to eat (well, more than a few), and most of them center around dairy products: Yogurt. Most cheeses. ...
Like Riding a Bike?
It’s been a good week since I cooked anything more complicated than oatmeal—we spent last weekend with family (mine on Saturday, his on Sunday), and during the ...