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...

Me & My Smoothie

Ah, the delicious blend of bananas, peanut butter and chocolate. Who knew, at 36, I’d go back to eating baby food? But there’s something to say in being able to have all my nutritional requirements whirled around and served up in a glass.The smoothie is a...