Moms give good advice – they can’t help it. It’s all part of their obsessive work raising great humans (yes, you). So forgive them for the occasional nag, or better yet, use it to inform your gift-giving process. And when she opens up the box this May 14th, it’ll make her realize what’s she’s been hoping all along: you were listening.
In T.S. Eliot’s first-ever published poem in 1915, he introduced the world to measuring out one’s life in coffee spoons. Eight decades later, Jonathan Larsen, an original “voice of a generation,” brought us Rent on Broadway, and riffed on measuring time in daylight, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. So: why not measure out a particular weekend in the plates, spoons, bowls, and complications that arise in an only somewhat fictional Manhattan apartment? We start our diary on Friday evening, deep in thought and deep in the process of dinner prep...
You might not imagine that in the year 2017 there would be a patron saint of domesticity. Especially not one with an Esquire column, an open-minded take on what “making the bed” really means, and a New York Times bestseller that references both vomit and Martha Stewart. In the title.
You’ll be hard pressed to encounter a guest or a bad day that won’t be comforted with a solid glass of beer or wine. But if you’re looking to really wow someone – yourself included – a little practical magic, by way of bartending, will do the trick.