Brushing away the cobwebs.... and sharing some big news.
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"Hellllooooo...... anyone out there?"
Hi, you guys. Bet you've been wondering where I've been.
(Maybe you haven't. That's okay, too. My feelings won't be hurt. Much.)
Two things to tell you:
1) I've had to take a break from cooking because I'm having some health issues. It's nothing serious or fatal or life-threatening. But, it's weird and (frustratingly, once again) diet-related. The experts are sorting everything out and beginning to uncover some odd triggers that are making certain numbers in my bloodwork go all wackadoo, thus affecting my baseline physical health. I'm ready to turn my body over to science because I feel like a lab experiment with all the tracking and measuring and poking and prodding and scanning and needles and testing. I'll share more details when I have more information (in case anyone else out there has/has had the same symptoms) and when I know more about what my food future will look like.
2) One thing I do know about my food future is this: I am writing a book. With Mike Isabella. And I couldn't be more excited! You might know Mike from Top Chef and Top Chef All-Stars. Or, you might know Mike because you ate at Zaytinya when he was executive chef. Mike's new restaurant, Graffiato, opens this week, and if you're in Washington or you're visiting my lovely city in the future, I hope you'll add Graffiato to your must-eat list. Mike and I have already begun working on the book -- his wife, Stacy, is doing all the recipe testing -- and I can't wait for you to read it and cook from it.
Off to the grocery store on Thursday morning, and back to cooking this weekend. I can't take it anymore. I miss my kitchen. I miss this blog. I miss all of you.
So, get ready for some English peas and ham and lavender, and my attempts to make my own tofu. After which, if I buy a hackeysack, join a drum circle, and braid my armpit hair, please come rescue me. Please. I BEG YOU.
See you soon.