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.

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…

BLOG | Have Yourself a Merry Little Brunch

The holidays are a hectic time. If you live in New York, they can be dizzying, and even maddening. Each year though, I vow to savor them, and not just admire those glittery strings of white lights in passing on my commute home from work. Even parties this time of year seem stressful, which is…

#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…

BLOG | In the City of Blinding Love

What an unexpected affair. Has it really been five years? Five years of unlikely triumphs, unpredicted hurdles, and endless surprises. I’ll admit, you still have my attention. I’m still intrigued, and I’m still in love. These past five years, I have met some incredible people, have fallen in and out of love, jobs, and friendships…

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…