I do not know when this happened. I only like this marginally more than you do.
I came back from vacation this week, and when colleagues asked how I spent my time off — the first full week I’ve had the luxury of taking off from work in, wow, three years, somehow? — I excitedly told them. I flew to Las Vegas, and then drove to…
At my post-grad internship, I made $13 or $14 an hour. I can’t remember which, but in either case, it was not a lot of money, just enough to pay my rent ($450/mo in an old Bushwick apartment off of the Wilson L that has long since been demolished) and…
On being in an airport again, the most beautiful of liminal spaces.
A few weeks ago I did something I have not done for 15 months: Leave New York state. This is certainly not, like, a brag about how much I punished and restricted myself to adhere to evolving and unofficially COVID-19 guidance since March 2020 — I’ve spent a lot of…
For a long period of time — arguably too long — my primary footwear of choice was the ballet flat. A flat shoe providing no support, the ballet flat was a staple in my high school wardrobe. I distinctly remember buying a pair of patent leather ballet flats at Kohl’s…
Also, in an everything rut. Sorry for the elongated absence!
If you have followed my writing for any length of time you would know that we’re approaching my favorite time of year: When it gets cool enough that I want to cook everything: Making a little braisey stew situation a bit prematurely the day the temperature drops below 50; baking…
No, it won’t have the same initial Instagrammable veneer as the $155 pot. But who cares?
I just read a very good story (one of my professors in J-school would have called it “dishy,” which is a bit literal here) by Anna Silman in Insider about the direct-to-consumer cookware startup Great Jones and the complete employee mutiny it faced amid constant clashing between its founders. It…
In honor of Father’s Day, I unearth an interview with my dad that’s only technically about sports.
In one of my first memories, I’m running. I’m running so fast on such short legs strapped into Velcro sneakers that I feel like I might somehow propel myself upwards, into the air. I’m running across a floor, a basketball court, and my parents are both somewhere nearby, but the…
Now that Carmichael has been home for about two weeks and has mostly acclimated to his surroundings, I decided to uproot all of that by taking him to the vet for his first check-up. In advance of this short trip (there are somehow three vets within a half-mile radius of…
This week my family grew by one: On Tuesday morning Kate picked me up in Tyler’s car and drove me down to Flatbush for one very important task: To pick up Carmichael, the cat I have been adopting, from his foster. I grew up with cats but it took me…
How do you recreate a recipe that tastes like nostalgia?
Since I made my family’s seafoam salad for Thanksgiving and wrote about it last year, I’ve been thinking about other Kosoff family recipes I could make my own in some way. My late paternal grandmother, Janet Haines Kosoff, was not the proprietor of seafoam salad — it traveled from the…
