Give Me Some Food

I know, I'm spoiled. It wasn't my birthday, or anniversary, or really any special occasion. Two months prior to the date of this decadent meal, I simply got a text message from my friend Lindsay: "French Laundry, June 9th?" To...

You thought I'd left you, huh? Nope. I haven't run away to start another blog, or cheated on you with another web-page. You're stuck with me as I struggle away from my anti-foodie life. Yet, the struggle has been rather...