I’m a cat person. Taleggio and I bonded over shellfish and sleeping in on Sundays as soon as I brought him home from the shelter. As the consummate bedfellow in my life, we share secrets. He’s the only other set of eyes to witness the dirty dishes I leave in the sink or my midnight [...]
February 2nd, 2010
Marmalade, sans Smoosh
November 18th, 2009
Food Fight
Her revolution started with taste.
Back in 1971 when Alice Waters opened Chez Panisse, she wasn’t so much interested in becoming a restaurateur, as she was provoked to open a restaurant that would cater to her values. She wanted to feed the Berkeley revolutionaries and build a revolutionary meeting place that would, as she says, [...]
November 13th, 2009
Market Report: Scallops, Santa & Scrooge
Like any through-and-through New Yorker, I have a secret, almost an illicit fantasy – moving. In this recurring dream, my destination is Northern California, where I’d live in an actual house, somewhere near the sea or grape vines, and do California things: like become a morning person and walk a big beautiful dog on the [...]
July 4th, 2009
I left my heart in…
…San Francisco. Again.
This time it wasn’t the cowboys that captivated me, but the cows. Driving back from Napa en route to the Frisco airport on the last leg of my annual California journey, I rear-ended my rental when I found myself completely awe-stuck and staring out the passenger window at black & white striped cows. [...]
October 29th, 2008
Nini’s Wedding, by Kimberly and Celest
Kimberly: This has been a summer for weddings! Andrew and Carl, my neighbors back in Buff, and then the season culminated with Nini’s Beverly Hills bash.
Celest: I love weddings, and I never understand people who complain about being invited to too many of them.
Kimberly: And by “people” do you mean Erin?
Celest: Of course not. That girl could [...]
October 27th, 2008
Hwy 1 is Fun, Fun, Fun, by Celest
Renting a Prius to drive the California coast just seemed like the right move. As a sanctimonious New Yorker, I love being able to exclude myself from the guilt I associate with the driving culture of the rest of the country. So renting a hybrid for a week of joy riding on the west [...]
October 24th, 2008
San Fran-Fucking-Cisco
I love San Francisco. I feel like I could live there. If I didn’t already live in the greatest city on the planet, a move might be imminent. As is, I give myself five years before the lure of The West is too profound to ignore. Ideally, I’d be bi-coastal.
The thing is, I’ve never lived [...]
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