There used to be a statistic floating around that New Orleans hosts more house guests than any other city with a Convention & Visitors Bureau (because that is who tracks these things). Chalk it up to high hotel rates at Mardi Gras and Jazz Fest...
A few days ago I reorganized my cookbook shelves. With two children already hatched and one to go this is now the kind of activity that brings me tremendous joy. I can't believe I once danced on the bar at Coyote Ugly and now I...
We're new at this you and me. We don't even know each others full names yet. You don't yet know what magazines I subscribe to (Bon Appetit, The New Yorker, Vanity Fair, Cooks Illustrated and I buy Dwell at the grocery store). You don't know my...
This is how it happens: It was Tuesday afternoon and I was getting ready for Romney Ride, the New Orleans version of Soul Cycle, trying desperately to stay on task and on time when I heard it on the radio. One word. Out of context. Tapioca. I...
It is official: I have hit the "fat or pregnant" stage with baby number 3. Due in February, 3BM as s/he is affectionately known is little more at the moment than 10lbs (cough) of extra weight around the waist and boobs. Not happy about the first...
This is the story of a Key Lime Tree. One that would be nurtured and loved and watered and chatted to...