BLOG | This Supper

My grandfather was a tremendous cook. From pies to roast turkeys, a meal wasn’t complete unless there were floured handprints on the cherry cabinets and bowls littering the granite countertops.

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Once upon a time, there was a small Caribbean-themed seafood shack named Cyril’s on the side of a long stretch of highway connecting the Hampton villages with the ‘end of the world’ (Montauk). It was a no-frills bar with plastic furniture and direct views of the LIRR train that would rumble past. It was a…

BLOG | Stopping By Woods On a Snowy New Year’s Eve

It was an idea that began in the first few months of 2016 — or more precisely, if I’m being entirely honest, it came to me on New Year’s Eve of 2015. I was alone in my apartment (yes, very much like Bridget Jones), and while I dreaded the idea of making a fuss out of the last…

#OnBrand | ‘Let’s Stay On Brand, Folks’

  It all started with a tin of French onion dip. It arrived to my apartment during a Fieldhouse Kitchen tailgating party last year (they’ll be plenty of those this season). It arrived without warning, uninvited. And before my friend could set the wine on the counter, she looked at me with remorseful eyes as she…