The front page of the Style section in yesterday's NY Times was one big shout-out to my life. First there was the article on Food Network chefs and their favorite agent, Jon Rosen, and featuring a photo of the one-and-only Rachael Ray. I still love that lady.
Then there was the "breaking news" that BBC nature show Planet Earth has a cult following among hipsters, potheads, and two-year-olds (and me). It's the one show I made sure to burn to my external hard drive before leaving college.
Lastly, there was Recklessly Seeking Sex on Craigslist, which, let it be known, is not a shout-out to my life until you replace the word "sex" with "jobs."
Additional news: "Brunch: The Musical" manages to be hysterically good and then hysterically bad. Seafood weekend with Julia at Balthazar and then the John Dory. Chorizo-stuffed squid? Yes please. Treacle pudding doused with vanilla sauce? A sugar bomb never tasted so good.
On the horizon: In the words of my girl Beyonce, so crazy right now. I'm trying to pack, write, read, critique, work, job hunt, etc etc. We had a tantalizing taste of summer this past weekend. I want it to hurry up and come!