You gotta love The New Yorker. Wry, urbane, and recently under attack for some controversial cover art. You know what? It's not going to make me stop reading. Not when the latest edition features the Fourteen Passive-Aggressive Appetizers that would…

As I mentioned yesterday, we had one heck of a party to celebrate our good friend Naseem last weekend. Wine tasting was followed by wine drinking, followed by many taxi-cabs and occasionally getting shushed by my husband for talking too…

Wow, that was one lovely, relaxing week, filled with much eating, bike riding, book reading, wine drinking and movie watching. Brutus had an indulgent week, too, and if you don't believe me, just check out his bacon hangover in this…