The other day, I went out to meet a friend for dinner. Last time we saw each other, I was freshly pregnant with my first. Needless to say it was time for us to catch up. We met at a tiny little Japanese restaurant out in San Francisco, in the Castro. 4 tables. 1 window.
No personal anecdotes to share this time. Just One Really Good Recipe, from One Good Dish. You know that the cookbook is good when you frantically bookmark recipe after recipe until you cover most of the pages (or run out of post-it’s.) So, I am temporarily putting all of my other cookbooks on hold until
It happened to me on the day I met my daughter… My water broke in the morning. I was in the middle of my contractions, scared but excited of becoming a mother for the first time. Suddenly, I realized that I was dying for some good old Mexican food. Yep, that is me – thinking