Enough with the cable news. Put down your Mueller Report. Stop practicing how to pronounce Bout-edge-edge. You’ve got 18 months to think about it. Spring is starting to show its roots (unless you live in South Dakota where 4″ of snow is expected). Time to wrap our brains around some plain ol’ recreation and give
A week ago Saturday it was 70 degrees in Chicago. Sunday they had 6 inches of snow. Go figure. At least Central Park is starting to turn green. The winter of our discontent is drawing to a close and one might argue we can all use a little fresh air. If the downside of mobility
This weekend Christians will celebrate the resurrection of Christ and Jews will commemorate their freedom from slavery. Busy weekend, especially after we all watched aghast as Notre Dame burned. Why was this cataclysmic event so unifying? What happened Tuesday night that we could not avert our eyes? Maybe in those glowing embers we saw up-close
Who, among us, does not remember the infamous Alan Arkin scene from LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE? If you somehow missed it, please take 14 seconds to sample this pure cinematic and culinary joy. If you turn to the Web for your weeknight poultry inspiration, you know there are an abundance of chicken recipes online. At last
It’s no surprise that Kim-Trang Blair was successful in business. One of four children raised in a traditional Vietnamese household, she recalls her mom and dad as “tiger parents” before that was even a thing. At an age where many are still waffling on career choices, Blair had already worked ten years, wed, had a
I fly a lot! It is my happy place and my favorite time of the day. I crave being up in the air. The longer the flight the better. I never open my laptop. I do not connect to wireless. I think. I scribble. And I read. Inevitably, about food. What is it about the
I keep my Instagram feed chockfull of images from destinations abroad. The cyclists are out in Amsterdam. The table-side trattorias of Trastevere look sunny and inviting. And my French friends have my heart yearning for a cafe seat in the 15th, a glass of red and an order of steak tartare avec frites to complete
On a bright spring day 15 years ago I walked up a tree-lined block to a vacant garden apartment in the bottom of a Brooklyn brownstone. I held the hands of my two children, aged 4 and 6. We pushed open the door and a shaft of sunlight cut across the polished wood floor. “Okay
We are living through hard times. I suppose that is where art often begins. In my painting I want to express something positive, artistically serious, but perhaps a little whimsical? Sharing that with others is a privilege I aspire to in the hope that people will see a little part of the ordinary world differently.
Chef Paul Prudhomme tossed some spice on a hunk of catfish about three decades ago and started a craze that has not abated. You can still find his smiling countenance on a tall thin jar of his eponymous seasonings at your grocery store, but I like to tackle this one with whatever I can find
