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Change is on the horizon. I felt it so strongly yesterday, driving north along the eastern seaboard. Pulling onto the residential streets of Brooklyn, travel weary and over-caffeinated, I noticed the first dry leaves scattered amid the car tires. A week from today, I leap into a new adventure as a doctorate student in food …

At 4:30 this past Monday afternoon, a beautiful summer day, I was sitting in Western Massachusetts at my desk, reunited with my laptop after a week and a half of (blissful, and very necessary) separation. And I was panicking. I’m was not ready to be back. Five days later, as the rain patters on my …

July has been a tough month. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised I’ve been feeling this way, as I’ve never been much for high summer. As young kid, I used to pine wistfully after the pale green anticipation of spring, or yearn ahead to the nestling excitement of autumn. I loved going back to school …

Estou cansada. Excuse me, I meant to say I’m tired. Muito. Very. For the past three weeks, I’ve been in Brazil (now you’re saying “poor baby”. I know, I know).  I’m here to work. Together with chef and activist extraordinaire, Teresa Corção, I’m plugging away at my first cookbook (Okay, I’m not really plugging away. I’m not much of a …

  The first black raspberries caught my eye when I was headed to the old red gray barn. I pulled them off their prickly stems, and ate them out out of hand. Immediately. I’m glad I didn’t have to fight the bees for this June surprise.

“Sometimes great gifts come to us. Regardless of the form they arrive in, serendipity is involved and the source is unpredictable. The timing, however, is always right. In fact, it’s the timing that’s essential when it comes to receiving something that has the power to clarify, distill or, beneficently, disturb our lives.” — Deborah Madison, …

I’m just back in Brooklyn, and still recovering from the past week in the Valley. Trouble, Sally (our friend-cum-my agent), and I hosted a Oaxacan-style goat roast and spring feast (and Trouble’s 34th birthday party) for 65 of our nearest and dearest last weekend. The whole thing turned out to be a splendid success…and left …

See that? That’s a breakfast table, set for one. It’s 7:58 on a Saturday morning, and it’s the first time in a week that I’ve woken up or eaten breakfast alone in my apartment. Yesterday after lunch at Chavela’s, my big brother, Pete, hopped the 2 to the B15 to JFK, bound back for San Francisco.And it …

I’ve been up late reading. Well, I thought it was late. I decided I wanted to take a break from reading to write (I must admit, these are the joys of nights in the apartment alone, endless hours getting intimate with words). I got out of bed to retrieve my laptop and, when I pulled …

I’m feeling like a bona fide adult today… well, except for the fact that I am, at present– 5:26 pm, that is– , eating a generous slice of lemon chess pie (see, the glorious thing’s almost gone!) at my friends’ shop (and my former workplace), Four and Twenty Blackbirds.  But aside from the fact that I …