Tales from Cheffing Around
When I was a little girl, I despised cake frosting. Every October, as my birthday approached, my mother would trek all over New York to find a cake that wasn’t spackled with cloyingly sweet “butter” cream that was probably more shortening than butter. Somewhere in …
“So, on Friday afternoon we were thinking you can come here and see Amelia and Grace and then we’ll go for a little walk around the neighborhood and then we’ll go to the Botanical Garden and then pick up some food from this great little …
He was nervous on the phone. The client told me in a barrage of rapid-fire sentences what he wanted: someone to cook a meal for him and his girlfriend on their anniversary. He’d never done this before, had no idea how it goes. This was …
When I was a little girl, I despised cake frosting. Every October, as my birthday approached, my mother would trek all over New York to find a cake that wasn’t spackled with cloyingly sweet “butter” cream that was probably more shortening than butter. Somewhere in …