Chicken Soup - The Gift That Keeps on Giving
My friend Drew wants to write the book, "What You Should Have Said." The premise being that you get to hit replay on a verbal altercation that has left you tongue-tied, but this time you have the perfect thing to say. It'll be something infinitely more profound than "Shut up!" "No, you shut up!" And everyone will cheer you on. I've owned a PR company for 20 years, and in this very stressful business, I don't have the luxury of saying exactly how I feel. I don't get into verba
Great Roast Chicken
"Let the jump come to you," is the direction I've heard from every trainer I've ever ridden with. It's a simple concept, which basically translates to “sit up, keep your leg on and let the horse carry you to the jump.” There are a lot of other things going on, of course. Show jumping is a galloping sport, judged on speed. A buzzer goes off giving you a predetermined amount of time, to jump a dozen or more obstacles in a course that's designed to challenge both horse and rider
Essential Cocktail Party Nuts
Alright,"I might as well tell you:" My grandfather was the architect, Morris Lapidus. He famously designed the Fontainebleau, Eden Roc and Americana hotels on Miami Beach. There have been countless articles and books written about him and, right before he died, the Smithsonian's Cooper-Hewitt National Design Museum named him an American Original. These are his words, not mine: The "I might as well tell you" part. He never shied away from a great story - especially when it ce
Snowmageddon Chili
Atlanta is the capital of the South with a cadre of Fortune 500 companies staffed with some of the smartest people I know, as well as the busiest airport, which shuttles these smart and sophisticated people around the world. I say to illustrate that there is a huge contradiction between the order of this major metropolitan city and the complete state of undone into which it falls under a couple of inches of snow. To its defense - Atlanta gets, on average, two inches of snow -
A Roast Beef Sandwich to Remember
I get a ton of emails in my job as a publicist, but the one my friend Liz Lorber addressed to "fellow food aficionados" caught my eye. It was an update about our good friend, Chef Scott Peacock - one of my all-time favorite chefs and people. He opened the seminal Southern eatery, Watershed, where he ushered in the weekly Fried Chicken Night, which queued up crowds manic for a crisp bird that he made juicy and flavorful by brining it for three days. Liz told me that Scott was