February 8th, 2011

Duck Fat Fantasy

When my Mamma was growing up, almost no one cooked with olive oil. When I was growing up, no one baked with lard. Our family’s transition from butter to margarine and back again was repeated millions of times across the country in the 1980s and 90s, when studies on the adverse effects of trans fats […]

When I first met Celest I knew we’d be best friends when, surrounded by a group of clearly self-righteous 9-5ers, she loudly exclaimed, “There’s no inherent value in being a morning person!” I’m a night person. Period. And hearing Celest utter those sage words lifted me of a 20- year guilt trip I’d been carrying […]

I was wearing my mink and satin, vintage, cocktail hat and Celest, one of her dramatically necklined, silk frocks. We were both in heels with lips painted red, appropriate for The Supper Club event we’d attended earlier that evening, but pretty out of place at a tiki bar. No matter. The vibe at the new […]

May 16th, 2008

Blue Hill Belated

For some time now, I’ve felt like a bit of a pretender. I’ve masked a well of deep insecurity, worried I’d be discovered a fake, a phony, a foodie without credentials. Eeek…I had never eaten at Blue Hill! Neither in the city, nor in Pocantico, NY. That’s right, the bastion of haute barnyard, local, organic, […]

November 27th, 2007

The King of Greenwich Village

Monday night dates are an interesting breed.Definitely not the thrilling occasion that is a weekend rendezvous, hardly as promising as those that get penciled in ‘round the midweek hump, Monday dates are sometimes, frankly, difficult to motivate for. So when an uncannily handsome man asked me out on a Monday, I had one small caveat: we […]

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