Chocolate chips, rich brown sugar, nearly two sticks of butter…what’s not to love about my family’s Congo Bars? The gluten, of course. That’s why I’m so excited to share with you my latest experiment in the kitchen.
I read Maurice Sendak’s obituary through blurry eyes on Wednesday, thinking of my childhood hero for the first time in a while, although he’s never too far from my heart. With little Gigi snuggled in my lap, her hair mussed from sleep, we poured over the New York Times’ tribute to Sendak. She pointed to […]
I’ve been to Israel only once. I’d like to go back again. There was so much we didn’t see, and so much I’d want to do again, like swim in the Dead Sea, explore the labyrinthian passageways of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre or bask in the rainbow colors of Marc Chagall’s windows at […]
One of the best meals of my life was at the Zuni Café in San Francisco. Seriously. It’s one of those nights that will stay with me the rest of my life. Mr. Gonzo and I stole away for a mini-vacay in San Francisco last July. Imagine it: 24 foot-loose-and-fancy-free hours while Gigi had the […]