The Year in Food
Everything changed. New home. New subway stop. New slice. New Chinese. These are the facts of life in New York. You move a dozen blocks and your palate has to readjust. But we are NYers and we are tough and we survive.
As I scrolled through the "Past 12 Months" on my iPhoto selecting my favorite shots for this column, I realized the food tells a story. It's about travel. And my kids. Family and friends. Work and play. The joys and the struggles. Plenty of both. I logged 86,000 air miles last year, made at least four 2,000 mile+ drives, and probably spent more time away, than at home.
And yet I cooked. More than ever. Especially when it became apparent that I was going to have to move. People always seem surprised that I prepare full-blown meals for myself nearly every night of the week. Steak tartare and Rachel Maddow got me through more tough days than I can recount. In the end, those midnight meals fueled my passion and soothed my soul. And looking back, told a story. Here it is.