It is a very good thing to live with a very good cook. It also helps when, being pregnant, one's husband takes his provider role very seriously and creates delicious meals to feed his wife and child. It is not a good thing that our schedules are so disjunct that we can eat a meal, at home, together,... Continue Reading →
New home, first meal: French Dip
I am very picky about roast beef. Really, any beef. I worked in a deli for about a decade and there is no comparison of the slimy, bloody, vacuum-packed meat wads that passed for roast/corned beef to the real thing. Whenever I see a Reuben on a menu, my first question is "do you make... Continue Reading →
Proust Eats a Sandwich 