I was working for Eiffel Tower Catering, whose owner is the originator of the following recipe, when I met Eli. It was 1999, the summer that I turned 19, and there wasn’t a thought in my mind that I would meet my future husband. Catering was the perfect job for me. Unless we catered a … Continue reading
Life is messy. I wish I meant this in the metaphorical way, which is much easier to ignore, but when I stumbled out into the dining area this morning at the crack of dawn, the dinner table full of empty wine glasses, dirty coffee mugs, and burned out candles reminded me that life is messy, … Continue reading
Gastromomica 