What’s Cookin’

Oh yeah, guess who kicked that cold to the freaking curb? (I think the spicy tequila drink the fab bar staff at The Alembic concocted for me what just what the disco doctor ordered.) Sorry, no time to be sick right now. Eff that. Especially when there is so much…

Unbelievable—I have successfully managed to catch another cold. That’s what I get for running out of my magic daily elixir, Green Vibrance (affectionately known as the Green Menace), and not replacing it in time. It makes me not want to touch anyone or anything for the next few…

This week almost killed me with news (and next week isn’t looking any slower). It was definitely a weekend of (almost) competition eating, bookended with the Good Food Awards ceremony and tasting on Friday, and my trek to the Fancy Food Show on Sunday. (I also managed to get…

Hey, you busy freaking out about that dang thirteenth zodiac sign? I mean, really, what the hell? And the earthquakes, and crazy reports of birds falling out of the sky and flying into trucks… At least it isn’t Friday the thirteenth. And hopefully not the rapture. But it is…

Can I just do a shout out for spicy food? I’m gonna, right now, because not only did it put some fire in my belly this past cold-as-hell week, but I think it also burned out this lame cold that has been lingering and way overstaying its presence in…

Hey there, how is everyone doing in their Victorian ice boxes? Let’s just say the wine in my apartment is at a perfect cellar temperature, and I’m coming up with some really disturbing wardrobe choices at home in an attempt to keep warm, kind of a “babushka-meets-hobo” look.…

Happy New Year, dear readers. Did you set it off? Blow 2010 up? Slash and burn it? Pop wheelies? Yours truly lived up to her name and managed to hit five parties, which included two dancefloors, and too many glasses of bubbly to count. It was a delicious weekend in…

Why hello there. You polishing your silver, your Champagne flutes, and hopefully your dancing shoes? The city is gearing up for what is always the worst night to get a cab, ever. And it’s going to be a cold and rainy one—can’t wait to be out on…

I decided to take it a little easier this week and only try to stay up until 11pm writing this thing instead of my usual 2am or 3am on Monday night. Besides, I am still recovering from our family’s three-day holiday marathon (read: feeling very lethargic). (“Look, I couldn’…

Yup, I survived my epic holiday par-tay weekend, although I’m not so sure about my waistline (it doesn’t help matters to think of egg nog as a “Christmas smoothie”). And things are only about to get crazier in the caloric department: it’s my father’s 70th birthday…