How to Move From Doing the Work to Leading It
I remember standing in the middle of a frantic pastry kitchen during the holiday rush, flour dusting my apron and the heat from the ovens pressing against my skin. I …
How to Handle a Panel Interview Without Freezing
I remember sitting in the back of a bustling pastry kitchen in Manhattan, my hands dusted in flour and my heart racing, waiting for the head chef and two owners …
How to Catch Up After a Week Away Without Panic
I remember sitting on my kitchen floor last autumn, surrounded by half-finished quilt squares and a mountain of unread mail, feeling like I was drowning in my own life. I …
How to Get Your Finances in Order Before a Separation
I remember sitting at my grandmother’s heavy oak kitchen table in Vermont, watching her meticulously sort through a mountain of vintage lace scraps before she’d even think about cutting into …
How to Make Friends as an Adult Without It Being Weird
I remember sitting in my tiny, flour-dusted apartment in New York during my first year after culinary school, staring at a tray of slightly burnt macarons and feeling a profound …
How to Cook Tofu So It Is Not Depressing
I still remember the first time I tried to make a stir-fry in my tiny, cramped NYC apartment after leaving my pastry apprenticeship. I had this grand vision of a …
How to Handle a Demotion With Your Dignity Intact
I still remember the day my head chef handed me a new schedule that felt like a punch to the gut; I wasn’t leading the pastry station anymore, and suddenly, …
How to Make Noodles From Scratch With No Machine
I can still smell the dusting of flour in my grandmother’s kitchen back in Vermont, a scent that always seemed to linger in the sunlight streaming through her windows. I …
What to Negotiate When They Will Not Move on Salary
I remember sitting in a tiny, flour-dusted kitchen in Brooklyn, staring at a contract that felt as heavy as a failed soufflé. The number on the page was fine, but …
How to Budget for Moving Abroad Without Nasty Surprises
I remember sitting on my kitchen floor back in Vermont, surrounded by half-finished quilt squares and a stack of old cookbooks, feeling that same dizzying swirl of excitement and pure …