by | Oct 31, 2013 | Food, Writing
Sophomore year of college, I got mono. A lot of kids get mono in college and, statistically, most of them get it sophomore year. Although that may be a statistic which is primarily in my head as I tend to make statistics up. I was so sick that I lost twenty pounds...
by | May 5, 2013 | Food, Writing
I’ve done Atkins… but I love carbs. I’ve done Weight Watchers and Jenny Craig… but I love carbs. I’ve done Lindora and Nutrisystem and South Beach… but I love carbs. And Italy is the capital of carbs. To be a connoisseur of pasta,...
by | May 1, 2013 | Food, Writing
I’m guilty. I multitask when I eat, especially if I’m eating alone. Ambidextrous, I can eat with either my right or left hand while simultaneously checking my email, texting or Facebooking. Yes, the verb facebooking. In Italy, I unplugged…because eating is not a...
by | Apr 30, 2013 | Food, Writing
Vats of Gelato. Gallons of Gelato. Entire Storefronts of Gelato. When I travel, I don’t wear socks with sandals or bright colors sneakers or Chico’s ensembles. I don’t want to look like an American, I want to blend in. I like to look the part when I travel. Yet,...
by | Apr 29, 2013 | Food, Writing
Never judge a restaurant by its appearance. I single handedly ate my way through most of Italy and during my gastronomic journey I discovered that oftentimes the best meals were at the sketchiest looking restaurants. Sure, dining on the rooftop of the Danieli Hotel is...
by | Apr 11, 2013 | Chick Stuff, Food, The Affair, Writing
There is an inordinate amount of wine at book clubs. In fact, I have yet to go to a book club where there aren’t at least half a dozen open bottles of vino beckoning to me. The wine bar is the Book Club’s version of an oasis and instead of a dehydrated man...
