Fit for a King... or Three

I am sorry, NOLA, but I was so disappointed when I saw what New Orleanians call a King Cake (or Kings Cake, or Kings Cake). My first thought: it was a perfectly nice yeast bread hopped up on sugar and decorated by a kindergarten Jackson Pollock.


Greens With Envy

Recently, I told my friend Kate that I was headed to the store, and she asked me to get her some escarole for a dinner party we were having together the next day. I happily agreed, got several heads, and put them in the fridge for safe keeping.


An Embarrassment of Limes

You can only drink so many gin and tonics in one day.


Shake it!

Centuries ago, when I was in my early 20s, I often went to Tanglewood - an incredible classical music festival in the Berkshire Mountains of Western Massachusetts - with my friends Bill and Alan.