It’s funny just how drastically and rapidly your taste for something can change. If, just a year ago, someone had told me that I would be sitting on an ivory-painted bench in front of the Shanghai Centre, spooning ricotta cheese into my mouth…
Butternut squash and other unpleasantries
I have a love-hate relationship with fall. I love sweater weather, mulled cider, the crackling of New England leaves beneath my feet, and any excuse to eat apples (in pie form and non-pie form alike). But I hate.. squash. Butternut…