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Behind You with Knives

Lately, I can’t stop laughing about my class’s observation that the things we say in the kitchen would be really weird if uttered in public:
“Behind.”
“Behind you.”
“Behind you with knives.”
“Hot.”
“Hot behind.”
“Hot. So hot. So hot right now.” (That gem is unique to Daniel, and it makes me laugh every time [read more ...]

Le Bernardin, He and Me

The taxi we flag down smells incredible, and it’s so uniquely surprising that I tell the driver so as I climb in. He laughs and comments on my perfume, then turns the jazz music up a little louder. What a cab!
I squeeze the knee of the person next to me (it’s a he) and he [read more ...]

A Lover’s Letter

Dear Le Bernardin,
I can’t stop blushing. Last night was one of the sauciest I’ve ever had – and I’m not just talking about the Perigord sauce that lapped at that perfect piece of striped bass.
I’m giggling at how long you lasted – and with what precision you still maintained, to the bitter end, [read more ...]

A Night Out

Ha-ha! Hello! Happy Wednesday! It’s me, here with a surprise blog! I’m typically too busy to shower or sleep during the week (mmm, I know), but I had an unexpected reprieve from the grind today. So, who’s up for a story?

My friend John has been a naughty influence [read more ...]

In Search of a Good Palate

With the right ingredients and equipment, along with some decent instruction, anyone can cook. Anyone can make a hollandaise sauce, a potato and leek soup, a veal jus. But – this isn’t a surprise – it’s awfully difficult to make a good one.
The problem with cooking professionally is that it’s not enough to [read more ...]

Hello!

Hi there. Just checking in, cappuccino in my lap, to let you know I’m alive – and what’s to come.
As a result of my absurdly busy (but quite enjoyable) new schedule, those daily little afternoon delight-type posts won’t be possible anymore. I regret this, but really, there’s only so much coffee in the [read more ...]

From Sis to Man

Last weekend, I started over.
I moved from Brooklyn to Manhattan and I got a new job. I began Level Three at the French Culinary Institute and I bought new knives – sharp knives. Good knives. In the matter of a few days, my life has been turned completely upside-down, and what’s [read more ...]