Illustration: Tram Nguyen
The other day I decided to throw a Friday night dinner party, because very little in life is better than a dinner party on a Friday night in August. The breeze feels extra breezy. The cocktails are especially strong. City life has slowed to the pace of molasses. Why go out? Nothing’s happening! Stay in and drink rosé with your friends! Read more
When I was a kid, if I got a cold or the flu, instead of coddling me my mother would scold me for getting sick. She’d attribute my condition to either a weak moral constitution or my refusal to wear that embarrassing magenta snowsuit (that she had spent good money on!) to school. And then she’d cook me chicken glass noodle soup from scratch, with homemade broth infused with ginger, tender poached chicken, thin slivers of shiitake mushrooms, and silky glass noodles.