booties. olives. gorgonzola.
Many moons ago when I first set off to get back to New York City, I was living in a century-old farmhouse along the central coast of Australia. I remember one of my first trips to the grocery store down under which involved my heart-grabbing revelation of, "What do you mean you have no gorgonzola cheese?" Since then I have moved here there and everywhere before plopping into my current, most-favorite land of Hell's Kitchen. As I continue to...