Hello, friends. It's 10:33 pm in Berlin right now and instead of drinking a gin & tonic on the balcony or staring at an outdoor movie screen or, frankly, sleeping, I am sitting in a café near my apartment with free wireless because my Internet connection at home inexplicably stopped functioning sometime yesterday afternoon. Fantastic timing, Internet gods! I will not bore you with the details of how long it took me to find a place that had wireless for me to tap into, but let's just say there's a reason why I'm now sitting here typing to you all from a red velvet arm chair whilst listening to very loud 90's R&B pounding on the stereo - reminding me of the sweaty discos I went to in high school - and smelling the fruit-scented smoke wafting my way from the table of four dudes my father's age who have just started smoking a water pipe. Oh, Berlin.
Clotilde did a little interview with me about how I cook on vacation.
This sounds like my kind of frozen yogurt.
Can you imagine people once thought the pickle was "totally depraved"?
I want to be invited to Winnie's next BLT party.
I loved this interview with Nigel Slater.
These beet-pickled deviled eggs are so pretty.
I miss my babka-loving grandma and grandpa after reading this ode by Lila Byock.
Okay, folks. I'm giving myself permission to call it a night. I'll see you here next week - and guess what? I'm bringing cake.