Lately, it seems like half the ingredients served to me in restaurants have more frequent-flier miles than I do: Wagyu beef with a Japanese-stamped passport, Australian ocean trout, tortillas made ...
My day off starts at 7 a.m., when my cat, Sage, pokes me repeatedly on the cheek until I’m staring into her cartoon-size green eyes. My boyfriend, Mike, and I like to say she’s “clocked in ...