For a number of years in my late twenties and early thirties, Dan and I and a group of friends took turns hosting fortnightly dinner parties where we cooked a meal and played board games and enjoyed each other’s c
It is officially spring. But official spring never feels like the spring that exists in my imagination.
Winter arrived here with a vengeance last week.
The temperature dipped below zero, the winds blustered, the schools closed for a couple of days.
It’s happy hour, which means it is time to talk about cocktails. Today we have the Martinez.
This particular cocktail is one of my standbys.
For much of my life, I was largely indifferent to cauliflower. It was something I might pick from a veggie tray if the carrots and cucumbers were gone.