If “The Potluck” were on Facebook, I would not become a fan.
Let’s just get it out there: People bring some pretty heinous food to potlucks. There are always your requisite casseroles made with unidentified ground meat and cream of mushroom soup, topped off with chips or Cheetos or something weird.
Rarely do I wake up from a dream and think to myself, “Man, I wish that was real life.” (Ok maybe a couple times in high school when I dreamed that Justin Timberlake wanted to be my boyfriend.) Mostly, I jolt out of dreams where I am being chased or
This is one of the great questions in cooking: is it better to get it done, or get it done right?
I remember this debate raging among the staff at Fine Cooking as they struggled to find a balance between fussy (though some would argue “fun”) project recipes and weeknight (some
When I told everyone I was moving to New Haven, I got fair warning about the great pizza rivalry in this city. (For the record, in the Sally’s vs. Pepe’s debate, I am firmly in the Pepe’s camp.) But no one told me this town had dueling Italian bakeries, too.
I am not anti-Valentine’s Day, per se, just studiously cautious.
It all started with my first real boyfriend. We decided to start dating (over the phone) on February 12th. But when we actually saw each other the following afternoon, it was so awkward we couldn’t even kiss. So, the next day—the
I can’t stop dreaming about Haiti.
Like everyone else, the news has infused my mind with soul-shaking images of death, ruin, and grief. With hardly two pennies to rub together, money is not the way that I will be helping Haiti—at least not on a large scale. Without medical skills, I
So, I’m 2 ½ years out of college, and it has begun. Every time I go on Facebook or see a long-lost friend pop up on my caller ID, I know what’s coming.
Friend: “Guess what?!”
Me: (feigning surprise) “I don’t know, what?!?!?!?!”
Friend: I’m engaged!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Cue the super-high squeal)
I really am excited
It’s 7:13 in the morning, and I am already on my second (massive) cup of coffee. The first one was cold and leftover from yesterday, just to tide me over while my crappy coffee pot (and angelic boyfriend, Anthony) brewed me some fresh stuff.
Simply put: I love coffee. When I
This morning, I had an epiphany…on an Italian roll.
I’m really not a breakfast person. To clarify: I LOVE breakfast food, I just don’t love eating in the morning. I enjoy nothing more than an omelet for lunch, a waffle for dinner, or a pile of pancakes at midnight. But at
Me: “Umm, guys? I have something to tell you.”
Family: “Ok, Sharona, what is it?”
Me: “I’ve been meaning to tell you all for a while, but I just didn’t have it in me.”
Family: “Yes…?” (Looking admittedly concerned.)
Me: “Ok.” (Deep breath.) “I reallllly don’t like panettone.”
The response was mixed. My dad asked
