I've never been much of a beverage person. I haven't drunk Gatorade since I was a 12 year-old girl with wiry, braided red pigtails. I have never drunk a Coca-Cola in my life (a fact that Southerners find fascinating-to-impossible). And I don't go in for iced tea or Arnold Palmers. When I'm thirsty, I drink water. Plain and simple. No ice, no fruit, no flavoring (please). But then, like love, when I least expected it, this coconut water came into my life. Taste Nirvana. (Sorry about the name. #notmyfault.) I picked it out of a crowded refrigerated case one hot day last summer in New York City because I liked the tall glass bottle that it came in. It's the only coconut water I've tried that tastes like the actual water of a coconut and not watered down dirty water. I've since moved over to cans, which look reassuringly like tennis ball cans. Today, at a rate of consumption between one and three cans per day, it's fair to say I'm addicted, but worse things could happen. People say coco ...Read More
I recently decided to quit eating sugar. That's as much thought as I put into the decision. I didn't give an end date or a goal or parameters or even a "definition of sugar." But I did regularly post daily How Shitty I Feel updates on Facebook and my Facebook friends, being the sort of clever people that they are, wanted me to be more specific. They asked me what was my plan. (I didn't have a plan.) They asked me, "What's the point?" "When does it end?" And "Why are you doing this again?" So here, below, are my answers to those questions. Let's start with... One. WHY: I gave up sugar for an as yet undefined period of time: I don't know. I only know that I somehow slid down the slippery slope from, "I'm at a nice dinner and the chef sent out this dessert so let me have a bite," to, "What's the difference between an oatmeal cookie for breakfast and oatmeal?" Even in my sugar-induced stupor and with an addict's skill at rationalizing, I knew something wasn't right. I heard that sugar ...Read More
All this talk about some guy named Jiro eating sushi got me thinking it's time to post this story I wrote in the LA Times. My editor at the time, Leslie Brenner, came up with the idea, which was way before it's time. (Her specialty, and why I thought the LA Times food section at the time, was better than the NYTimes food section.) Every similar story I have seen since pales--not for the writing. (Not my best lede!) But because Leslie had a great idea about what people really needed and wanted to know about eating sushi, even if they didn't know they wanted to know, which is: how am I supposed to do it?
The story came about at a lunch--baby vegetables hidden under salad greens at Patina, if memory serves me—as I told her ov ...Read More