What’s Cookin’

Nothing like a torrential rainstorm to keep you inside to finish a monster writing project. (Yeah, like I was going to be able to go anywhere this past weekend with my Sunday deadline anyway.) But no sooner is one guidebook out of the ring, and the other one gets tagged…

I know I am not alone in loving the reappearance of this rainy weather—the city is already smelling better, my car got a free wash, and my curly hair says YES! It’s also the best writing weather, because you don’t want to go outside (then again, you…

Hello there! Um, wow, who put this carnival ride into fifth gear? I can’t believe how much writing I’ve been doing the past three weeks. Total finger cramps over here. My brain is cramping, too. My calls to Calgon remain unanswered. Was sorry to miss the Fancy Food…

My life is seriously whack right now, veering from spending hours at my computer in fuzzy slippers (yes, it’s true) to throwing on a dress, my Dior lipstick, and emerging from my apartment once a day to go check out a restaurant for these guidebooks I’m scrambling to…

Greetings from Hopper HQ, which is currently doing double duty as a quarantine bubble. After being home sick for a week, I’m ready to hose this place down. Am still not sure what to do with myself—maybe a cattle dip would do the trick. So after posting my…

Happy New Year, gang! Did you have a fabulous, celebratory weekend? I hope your holidays were grand. Mine had a bit too much work in ‘em, and I can’t believe this heinous cold I started the year with is still kicking my butt, but I am fired up for…

Whoa, how is Christmas in five days? Commence holiday shopping freakout right now. (Well, at least for me.) For those of you who were curious, yes, I survived the weekend (well, barely), and managed to hit seven of the eight holiday parties I had on my hitlist. Hopper holiday tip:…

Happy Friday, yo. You ready for tomorrow night, which is most likely the biggest holiday party night of the month? I seriously think I have five parties to attend tomorrow night. December 17th, thy name is insanity. I need a magic carpet to get around. I think my bike, Peche…

Oh yes, it’s that charming time of the year when my apartment feels more like a meat locker than a place of residence. At least all my wines are now at a proper cellar temp. Hic. One fabulous way to keep warm is to be invited by kind people…

It can be embarrassing how much I live up to my business name. My dad calls me the gypsy, leaving me messages on my phone and saying I’m “sempre in giro” (always on the move). I can almost hear his hand wagging at me. Guilty as charged. But who…