A Darling Salad
Oh, how darling it is to be Darling. And by that I mean, how amaaaaazing is it to be the force behind one of my very favorite magazines that I stumbled upon while buying far too many tchotchkes on a recent trip to Anthropologie.
Oh, how darling it is to be Darling. And by that I mean, how amaaaaazing is it to be the force behind one of my very favorite magazines that I stumbled upon while buying far too many tchotchkes on a recent trip to Anthropologie.
On top of topping The Tig’s list of must-visit places around the world, Denmark has quickly become one of the hottest (if not the hottest) spots for innovative cuisine (looking at you, Noma).
Oh, how I love the ritual of cooking. Baking…not so much. There’s something about the technicality of it that stifles my inner rebel; no dash of this or extra spoonful of that. There’s a science to baking and the measurements matter ever so much.
Portland may be the butt of many a hipster joke (here’s looking at you, Portlandia), but its food culture—with an emphasis on locally sourced and high quality ingredients—is nothing to scoff at.
One afternoon in the 1840s, Anna, the Seventh Duchess of Bedford, complained of that “sinking feeling” in her stomach. She was brought a pot of tea and light snack in her boudoir to relieve her hunger pangs.
Some of you may be lucky enough to be basking in the sweet sweet sunshine during these blustery winter months, but for most of us, winter means heavy coats, chilly toes, and the craving for something comforting. Cue this delectable rendition of classic oatmeal made fanciful with the addition of a brûlée topping.
There’s a serious buzz around San Miguel de Allende—and for a good reason. People are flocking to the city in Mexico for its incredible art, friendly community, and most of all, for its delicious food.
Let’s discuss the simple pleasures in life: holding someone’s hand so seamlessly that you can’t decipher their fingers from your own, fresh baked bread smeared with briny French butter, a smile that says you are endlessly adored, the sizzle and smell of sautéing onions, and finding the perfect book.
Cozying up during these rare days off work. Traveling to see friends and family. Tucking away for a vacation amidst the holiday revelry. Whatever it is – this time of year, you need a good book. Something to sink your teeth into, or perhaps something to share with the folks in your life you just can’t quite figure out a gift for.
When Nicole Gibbons and I met in the (ahem) 1999, we became fast friends – basketball games and dinners with our friend, Lizzie, where we tried to be oh-so grown – I want to say apple martinis and cosmopolitans were part of this wanna be “Sex in the City” equation.