A few bars of Whiskey in the Jar later and I search for my life jacket. The captain looks unbothered for what I expect is the thousandth time he’s heard it this summer. Maybe he has ear plugs in?
That’s why I perked up when my dear friend, a former food editor, brought me a jar of New York Shuk Preserved Lemon Paste. “You will love it,” she raved, praising its velvety consistency ...
Well, this has to be the most thrilling election experience of my life— if by “thrilling” you mean quiet, peaceful, and completely devoid of excitement. Honestly, it felt more like an election for a ...