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Continuing to plow my way through the Amanda Hesser canon, tonight I attempted her Chef’s Salad. I blame the results not on her recipe but on my ingredients. And their preparation. Ok, and a little on her recipe. Let’s see: her chef’s salad contains romaine lettuce, chicken, bacon, egg and avocado. I had fun multi-tasking–boiling…

As usual, Amy Sedaris made an appearance today at Joe’s on Waverly bearing a tray of cupcakes. I was there with John and soon after Amy left, John purchased Amy’s holiday-appropriate confection: “Where does she buy these things?” asked John, removing the plastic bunny head from the cupcake and picking his teeth with it. “I…

I received an e-mail recently telling me that my movies have a “good choice of music/motion” but that I “need to work on the special effects.” So tonight Lisa and I labored over this film which features such dazzling trickery, Speilberg’s bound to call at any moment. (Well, at least the music’s fun.) Hope you…

This is Lisa’s last weekend as a Chelsea resident. When I moved to New York, I moved to Chelsea 10% because it’s a great area and 90% because Lisa lived here. Now she’s moving to Hell’s Kitchen, leaving me alone with Ethan Hawke (the only other Chelsea resident I see on a regular basis.) Whatever…

David and Rebecca (mentioned in the post below) were also really sweet and bought me macaroons from Financier, a place I need to check out on Stone St. Here they are–aren’t they pretty? I’ve already eaten four. They’re terrific. I’d give you some, but they’re mine–get your own!

Meet David and Rebecca. David is an actor whose show “Mama’s Knishes” features him in your kitchen, dressed as his great grandmother cooking knishes for you and telling stories from the past. You can read about it on his website, Knish.org. (Check out the praise from The Wall Street Journal–it even has a cartoon of…

Hey! We’re the site of the week in The Montreal Gazette! Good news, ay? (Or is “ay” Toronto? I’m alienating my new readers!)

If we were in psychoanalysis (and who says we’re not?) we might draw connections between my urge to cook and an unconscious need to mother myself. I wonder if this is true of many cooks? The logic works like this: as a child you are fed and nurtured by your mother–before she’s anything else, she’s…

Check out the “About Me” section. I updated it to make it less offensive(*) and more informative. Enjoy! (*I apologize to anyone I may have offended with the “midget” reference. It is no longer there.)