As I sit here writing this post, it is 7 a.m. on a grey and rainy Monday morning in Brooklyn. It was still dark out up until a few minutes ago so it's safe to say that autumn vibes - the kind that make you want to listen to Radiohead - are in full swing. It's the time of year for our meals to become warmer, heartier, and more soul-satisfyinger. This recipe for stuffed portobellos from Rebecca Ffrench's Whole Protein Vegetarian (Countryman Press, 2016) is the perfect dinner idea for transitioning into fall.Rebecca and I met earlier this year through our work . . .
I first learned about the Hemsley sisters when they were guests on Radio Cherry Bombe last year, and it was love at first sound bite. Aside from becoming obsessed with their awesome British accents, I learned that Melissa and Jasmine stumbled into the world of food in an unlikely way. Older sister Jasmine became interested in the connection of food and health during her modeling career. Subsequently, in partnership with sister Melissa, HEMSLEY + HEMSLEY was born as a bespoke service to help people with their digestion and dietary issues. The two started doing catering . . .
In New York, we don't really have an understanding of spring. There are but a few days in late April/early May when the snow has melted, the rain has passed, the wind chill is gone, and the sun comes out for an elusive flirtation.This lasts only a few days, before the oppressive heat and humidity of summer crash the party. Yet somehow, chic New Yorkers are always prepared for this handful of days. It's like they all secretly have cute-weather-outfit radars - a sixth sense I sadly lack. This year, nature decided to grant us these magical days over a month too early . . .
Today, I turned 25 years old. As I sit here writing this blog post at 7am, before work, I'm reflecting on having reached this milestone. In high school and college, I had a steadfast rule about not going to school on my birthday - just as a small gift to myself. Last year (my first year as a full-time employed adult), my birthday fell on a Sunday, so I had the day off by default. This year, my birthday's on a Monday and I did not even consider taking the day off until I remembered the rule just now. It's always a bit melancholy to reflect on another year's passing, but . . .