Cooking Simplified
There have been signs, sure. I hate reading things on my phone and lately, I have no tolerance for the music volume at the gym. Just this Friday at a happy hour, I asked the waitress to lower the music at the bar because I simply could not hear my thoughts and was trying to have a …
I would like to petition for a Superbowl schedule swap. Saturday Superbowl. I know, I know – Sunday night football. It’s a thing. Unfortunately, even though I love my job, my colleagues and my weeknight routine, that doesn’t stop the pang in the pit of my stomach that kicks in as the sun sets each …
As a vegetarian of the BWFE* (Before Whole Foods Era), I can tell you that I have been eating chik’n nuggets and marbled tofu bacon since before it was cool. Fake meat has made huge improvements since then, but the health food craze has also led to us to fear (and probably for valid reasons) …
I have a terrible habit of projecting my pity onto lone, elderly diners. I go through a quick checklist in my head, building a completely unfounded story about why each person is eating alone. No wedding ring? Have they never experienced love and partnership? Did they lose their spouse to illness? You get the point …
We’re approaching that unique moment when the weather begins to tip into the winter, and colder weather triggers a survival instinct in our bodies. It tells our bodies to insulate or, in simpler terms, pile on the fat. Which explains why a few consecutive frigid days can make it that much harder to resist a slice of …
I have never been one to keep a jar of pasta sauce in my pantry. First of all, I love pasta. By eliminating a shortcut to the sauce, I like to pretend I’m less susceptible to vegging out with a bowl of spaghetti on the couch. Being raised by a cook didn’t help the case …
We spend the majority of our lives either sleeping or at work, thus the people who surround us in the office can have a profound impact on our happiness. This may explain why I absolutely love my job. I am lucky enough to work with some badass ladies and, even better, one of them is my …
Walking the streets of NYC, it’s nearly impossible to identify a purely American restaurant. There’s no doubt our country’s cuisine has always suffered (correction: benefited) from an identity crisis. The fourth grader in me would probably describe American food as hot dogs and apple pies – but I think we’ve long been forgetting another staple …