My friend Lisa was there at the very beginning of this blog. Six years ago, she and I would have debates about the worthiness of olives, we'd sing songs about pumpkin cake, and often we'd cook together. Then I moved far away to a country called Brooklyn and even though Lisa and I still saw each other socially, we'd rarely cook together. Three years passed. In that time, my cooking improved immeasurably and Lisa got engaged. Life is funny that way. And now that I'm back in Manhattan and...
Published on January 21, 2010 14:28