It was one year ago today that I had a fateful daytime date on Super Bowl Sunday. We met at a Brooklyn bakery, and I was holding a tupperware full of stuffed mushrooms. “Will the mushrooms spoil before dusk?” I asked, as we strolled around Prospect Park in the sun. She gave me a chocolate bar.
Now, on our one-year anniversary, a hearty, hungry shout-out to my muse and partner in food, the ever-lovely SK. I couldn’t have done it without you.