Confession–until last week I was a virgin. A farmers market virgin, that is. Yes, I’ve been to the farm stands that line Long Island’s Rt. 27 on the drive out to Montauk. But somehow a farm stand and a farmers market are different. I learned that last Thursday when I met my friend at the... »
I truly enjoy mysterious things from exotic lands. Using them makes me feel–I don’t know–exotic? It acts kind of like an aphrodisiac on me. I recently stumbled upon something very exciting. Kind of the oil version of a Jack-of-all-trades that is not only good for all of your body, inside and out, but is environmentally... »
Sadly, I fear I have been ruined by goodness and newly acquired hightened expectations. I’ve gone through life very happily with my eyes closed, simply selecting something off the grocery store shelf that promised tasty goodness on my tongue without much thought past the pretty picture on the package. I am of the Red Dye... »
Confession: I often observe Oprah with wonder. How everything seems to turn to gold around her. Any book she reads hits every best seller list. Any product she breaths the name of is instantly sold out of all stores. Admittedly, I am one of those masses who loves watching her annual “favorite things” show. I... »
