A Few Last Kisses to May
We’re still floating from our dinner at Soho House. Cooking side by side with TJ — on a rooftop, with the Hollywood lights glowing around us and the plates coming together just right — that feeling stays with me. Nights like that remind me why I love doing this together.
There’s something about restaurant people. We’re built differently. We care about the little things — how a mole should be poured just right, how warm (or cold) a plate should be, how the food feels going out. There’s a quiet pride in caring that much about what you serve. Not everyone has it. And watching TJ in that flow makes me gain even more respect — for him, for this work, for our shared art.
Back at home, the rhythm shifts. It’s slower, but full. I’ve been calling TJ more than ever to brainstorm dinner ideas for the kids — mostly about how to get more greens in. Roasting cabbage, braising big leafy bunches, loading up our bowls with color and crunch. The Saturday Pasadena market has been shaping a lot of it, espe…