Maraschino cherries, or at least the artificially bright red super sweet cherries that are plunked into Manhattans and nestled atop ice cream sundaes, are polarizing. They’re pretty, but their flavor is, at best, boring. Even as a kid, I tended to leave them uneaten. But it doesn’t have to be that way. Better versions of …
Drinks
A gin and tonic is a fine drink. It’s tough to beat on a summer day, with its effervescence and its botanical fragrance and its hit of citrus. Its anti-malarial properties from quinine famously protected the British from malaria in India and Africa, a complicated sort of honor in the way that the project of global …
There are things in life we should just know how to do. Like how to swim. How to build a fire. How to make a bed. How to book a plane ticket. How to shuffle a deck of cards. How to write a thank you note. How to Google the million things we don’t know. How …
Dan and I have been spending our evenings more often than not lately listening to jazz and sipping cocktails, sitting in the part of our apartment we lovingly call the library because of its enormous bookshelf on one wall, with our feet up and our and our eyes fixed on our respective laptops. Sometimes we …
I’m sitting here cuddled up on the couch with my dog, Inka, for the fifth day in a row (!). It seems she’s learned, after more than two years of mostly keeping a watchful eye on me from her chair (or actually, one of her chairs…), that curling up next to me is a sure …
I’ve been thinking, lately, about something that I wish I had understood when I was younger. And that’s how to be bad at something. That’s not to say, I assure you, that I was not bad at anything or that I do not continue to be bad at many many things. I was and I …