I am not a fan of Tuesdays. For me, Tuesday means no yoga, no gym, and having to rush out of work to pick up my CSA share, which is inconveniently located nowhere near any of the trains or busses that head to my apartment. And it always rains. Every Tuesday, it seems like I …
I’m the kind of gal who needs a project. If I don’t have something concrete to show for my weekend, it seems like I’ve been wasting time. This Sunday, I saluted the crisp arrival of autumn to Brooklyn by sashaying around my kitchen, listening to Billie Holiday, Frank Sinatra, and Ted Nugent (What?), and baking …
