Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy

oscartini’s and cry babies

I have plenty to post, but you’re gonna have to wait for it. I need to collect myself, defrizz, hydrate, and sit with the thoughts. I need sleep. We all screamed and wept like little girls when Sandy…

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chinese love, black dolls, and racist friends

Growing up, each Chinese New Year, my parents held a potluck, inviting their friends to bring their most treasured dishes from their favorite Chinese restaurants. Maybe they didn’t do it to celebrate the Chinese New Year. Maybe it was a…

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being out-niced by your neighbors, yet again

We were out-niced again. That’s what comes with living in Austin: Southern Hospitality. And it extends beyond a well-appointed powder room fit with Neiman Marcus hand soaps. It’s beyond handwritten notes on social stationery. Miniature black bottom cheesecakes wrapped in…

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top ten gifts for the foodie

   

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holiday movies and moments

Happy Hanukkah! Happy potato and onion grating, happy latkes, happy applesauce, happy sour cream, happy tradition. The festival of lights was always celebrated in my childhood home, lightly. We’d say a prayer over the candles, then open a…

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oops is the best part: what’s your holitude?

It’s that time of year when I want to change my ringtone from Default to Deck The Halls, or, more accurately, to my favorite holiday song of all-time (sorry Santa Baby): Silver Bells.  It’s the season of holiday party invites,…

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it’s the thought that counts, not the calories

I created a menu for Thanksgiving. It was the kind of menu you print on heavy ecru paper with rounded corners edged in gold, framed, placed on a table of mixed company—the joining of strangers, much like a wedding…

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my live thanksgiving special

My live Thanksgiving special has been postponed. The fact of the matter is that I feel like poop. I’ve had a stiff neck for the past FIVE DAYS. I mean so sick that I went to the doctor yesterday, got…

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being single tastes like saffron cream sauce with leeks

When my father first became single after his split with my mom, he had his best friend from childhood, "The Doc," over our house. My father remains close with many of his friends from childhood, each of them with their…

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holiday card time & let’s talk turkey

I never send holiday cards. I just can’t get (sh)it together in time. This year, I’m hoping that changes. I’m loving the keepsake holiday card mini-books, like this one I made of the taters. Here’s hoping we take some…

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