My boyfriend’s family lives on the North Shore of Long Island. Like, way, way up there. Like, where there’s one road in and not many options for food, or so at least I was told. But I kept seeing a place called Mill Creek Tavern on Instagram with some pretty bomb-ass looking food, so it…
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So in other news, NYC’s bipolar weather decided it wanted to go from freezing winter temps to humid summer days within a matter of what feels like minutes. I guess I’m shit out of luck on that beach body then huh? Guess I’m gonna have to starve myself – I meant – choose healthier options.…
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I have no idea how the Instagram algorithm works- like no fucking clue. How a gorgeous dry aged ribeye steak from a 4 star restaurant gets a couple hundred likes versus my homemade stupid Italian sausage pasta which has now almost 2K. Like, baffling. Anyway, here’s the recipe for those that have bombarded my comments…
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My boyfriend and I don’t spend much time together during the week. I work during the day, he works nights. When I’m leaving for work, he’s sleeping; and when he gets home, I’m in bed. But we make it work. And one of my favorite ways we do this is by leaving each other notes.…
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Last week I had the privilege of dining at Nizza – a somewhat casual Italian restaurant situated in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen. Somehow the place is also French, since the name is derived from Nice, France. I’ve never been good at geography, so whatever – but it seems for the most part the menu…
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