The Hemingway on the Beach from Perch Los Angeles, but at home.

Much like the Last Train to Priorat at Boqueria was a sign that I should probably get a bottle of Luxardo maraschino liqueur, my first sip of Perch’s Hemingway on the Beach was the deciding factor to finally pull the trigger because I knew I wanted to make them both at home, and well, I…

Eric Ripert’s California Bee Sting from Avec Eric.

Every once in a while I find myself feeling the urge to bring out my fancy rocks glasses that I inherited from my grandmother when we cleaned out her house years ago. They belonged originally to my great-great aunt who sponsored my grandmother’s emigration to the U.S. from Ireland, and they always stood in a…

An update on my windowsill herb garden.

Welp: it’s finally starting to feel a bit more seasonal. Saturday was the first in ages that hadn’t gone above 70 degrees as the high, which is weird considering we were dancing close to 90 earlier in the week. (I know this personally for a fact because a post-work jaunt across the harbor to Whole…