meant to be

Up until about the middle of January this year, it had never occurred to me that one could produce ketchup in any way other than, well, walking into the local Dominick’s and grabbing some. Then Kelly of wonderful Eat Make…

Brunch at The Bristol

If you’re from Chicago, cancel your brunch plans for next weekend. (Please?) I know I don’t often make demands around here, but in this case, it is justified—and you will thank me later, I promise. Instead of whatever you’d originally…

tipped in my favor

One awkward summer afternoon last year, I sat across the table from a boy, eating dinner together, and he told me he didn’t like cake. Can you believe that? He didn’t like cake. He was so bold, in fact, he…

The Best Pizza in Chicago. Period.

While it’s true Chicago is traditionally known for its deep-dish pizza, I’m going to let you in on a little secret: this city makes a mean Neapolitan-style. Especially at Spacca Napoli. Back in the days when we were trying every…

a word of advice

If you don’t want anything in your life to change, say, for example, your food stereotypes? Don’t read this book. Because if you do, one chapter in, you might start saying things like, Maybe I could like mushrooms! Or fish!…

up and down

Oh, spring. I have been waiting for you for such a long, long time. And now that you’re here, you’re playing games with me. One minute, we’re pure magic—all fresh breezes and warm sunshine. Bailey and I go for an…