You know you’ve really compromised for your man when you can tolerate runny egg yolk AND hollandaise on the same sandwich.
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When you are headed out of town, and you’re hungry, and you get a call from work which requires you to file on deadline before you leave, and you’re getting screamed at by your fiancé to “hurry up”, the only thing suitable enough for this special type of road trip lunch is a frittata sandwich.
After E and I made our second batch of homemade ricotta, I finally made brunch.
Goodness, why didn’t we do make our own damn ricotta earlier?
The weather has finally broken here in New York.
You knew I was going there. And deep down, you knew I’d be going there after a bender.
Oh, how I love shiny new things! Brunch this weekend is going to be bananas. #chickenandwafflesandwiches
Saturday nights used to be for dinners out and club hopping. But I do enough of that during the week for my day job at The New York Post. Now—nesting with my boyfriend in my mid-30s—Saturday nights are for roasting chicken.