The first time I went to Paris, I traveled alone. I was 23. I stayed in a small hotel on the Boulevard Saint-Michel in the Latin Quarter and spent every day walking the streets with tears in my eyes. It was all… Continue reading…
the it ingredient
I have a constant itch that must be scratched. It’s a dogged curiosity that won’t let me accept the status quo. I always need to be in the know: the hottest place to eat, the hippest chef on the scene,… Continue reading…
ruby tuesday
Hello 2013! I’m looking forward to a new year filled with inspired cooking and exciting eating exploits. These past couple of weeks have been a whirlwind of family, friends and feasting–maybe a little too much feasting. A big hit at one of those dinners… Continue reading…