Though summer has finally arrived in New York, I miss Barbados.
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Dinner guests force you to up your kitchen game.
I’m a woman of my word. As promised, I remade the shrimp po’ boy all by myself.
E and I had a few friends over for the big games on Sunday.
E teases me because I like my food well done. “You like your food nuked until all flavor has exited,” he says. I took that declaration to heart the other night.
Here’s another sign that I’m turning into my mother.
Finally, shrimp buns. Even my vegetarian guests devoured two of these.
We had to leave our comfy Brooklyn confines to go to a friend’s party in Soho. After a full Saturday afternoon of cleaning house, I struggled to get off of the couch. A few hours before party time, E whipped up a steak tartare topped with a quail egg yolk (for some, steak tartare is […]