Fork it.

Marc and I took a wonderful walk on Sunday through Greenwich Village. It was a rare, unseasonably warm day for April. I’ve been struggling with some obscure stomach virus for about 2 weeks–which didn’t stop me from having a bite at Peanut Butter...

Vive la French Toast!

Not many meals can give me such a warm and fuzzy feeling as French toast. Since childhood, I look forward to Sunday breakfast to include freshly-squeezed orange juice and thick, buttery slices of bread dipped in batter and grilled, leaving it oh-so-crispy on the...

Let it rest: The sequel.

Hey, remember when, on August 24, I made that list of promises to myself? Well, I suck at sticking to them. Just thought I should let everyone know so that, when I start complaining about how tired I am, and how I don’t eat dinner until 10 pm, and how I’m...

How I found out about different spices.

A month ago, E, my co-worker friend of mine and I were told there was a “cheap eats” place called Spice in Union Square on University Place. So we walked, and waited, and ate, and found out that somebody had a warped sense of what “cheap” meant...