BLOG | The Real Whole 30

Finally, a blog post. New Year’s Eve is one of my favorite holidays. More specifically, it’s the afternoon — not necessarily the evening — on the last day of the year that I enjoy most. When I was living alone in New York, I used to walk a few quick blocks to Murray’s Cheese in…

BLOG | Dinner: How to Fall in Love

I remember the first time a guy ever cooked for me. I remember the music, the hor d’oeuvres (yes, he actually put out snacks before the meal), and I remember the way the table was transformed from its everyday look to something more special: covered with newspaper. Lobster accouterments like crackers and small forks were casually…