[Spinach fettuccine, revisited, August 2008.]
Way back when I lived in DC (as I’ve been living in San Francisco for over two years, my Washington days are now ‘way back’), during my first year out of college I lived with a friend in a huge and lovely apartment in Adams Morgan, right on Columbia Road and [...]

In food, as in love, when I tend to fall I fall hard. My stomach seizes up in a fierce knot, and I find I have little appetite for anything other than coffee, wine, water, and a few slices of cheese here and there. I tell myself at these times: be still my [...]

[Last night, Spetses, August 2007.]
… Greece, and the Mediterranean, slipping into a sea as still as glass and as warm as bathwater, impossibly clear. Drinking beer at a little cafe near the sea wall with my friend come over from Jerusalem for a long weekend, talking about things large and small. Riding bikes [...]

[Dinner the other night, May 2008.]
OK, so I lied. I did soak beans the other day, but we didn’t actually eat them that same night. While they plumped up crisp and delicious, when the time came for dinner I honestly just … did not want them. Instead, I found myself staring down [...]

[The table, set for eight]
Saturday morning dawned early and grey, and I ran out for a bit into the gloom for breakfast, the paper, and a trip to the farmers’ market. I worried a little about fitting eight people around my table, but I needn’t have entertained such trepidations; all was absolutely well, as [...]