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Heritage Breed Terrariums
When Matthew Mead reached out to us to find a use for his favorite jelly jars, we told him it wouldn’t be something pedestrian like jelly, jam, preserves, conserves or whatever the heck Limeys are currently calling the stuff they spread on a crumpet each morning. These ridiculously cool jars (like so many things in this ever so talented man’s collection) needed some grass-fed, pasture-raised lovin’. Voila, Heritage Breed Terrariums. A jelly jar with a conscience.
Pork Belly Gyros
For a stretch of four years, I was lucky enough to be a resident on the Greek island of Mykonos for a couple of months each year. I’d go to recharge my creative batteries, drink some ouzo, dive for sea urchin roe, and sleep. Standing on the edge of the cerulean blue Aegean Sea and overlooking the tan bodies of Grecian Gods in Speedos, I knew I was exactly where I needed to be. Of course, as nourishing as all that introspection was for my soul, this girl needed to eat.
The Little Linguine that Could
“It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. It’s fine, bitch.” Franco says in a thick Italian accent to his wife Lisa as they discuss a pasta delivery that needs to get out before the close of business. Both wear hairnets that remind me of my grandma who feared that exposure to running water would cause her to prematurely lose her $30 perm.