This week, all I want to do is say thanks. And eat cake. That's right: I want to say thanks and eat cake and bask in the moment. No profound narratives about life beneath our shop's awning. No reflections about mistakes made or upcoming markets. No bits about new menus or new employees. Instead, I simply want to offer a big round of thank yous accompanied by fat slices of this warm and buttery marmalade-glazed cake. It's sort of my new favorite thing. So there.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
As a shop owner, the thought of a snow day just doesn’t have the same appeal it does when you are a kid. I guess that, with age, thoughts of delivery drivers dangerously skidding their bicycles down 2nd Avenue and liability horror stories begin to trump your daydreams of snow angels and round plastic sleds. However, as snowstorms continue to slam the northeast, one after the next (after the next…), you begin to learn you have two options: you either embrace mother nature’s fury or you embrace the fact that you have become the crazy lady who inexplicitly curses at puddles while wearing too many mismatched layers and rubber rain boots. This week, we opted for the first option. After much deliberation, Mayhem & Stout embraced its first (and hopefully only…ever…) snow day.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
This week, we received word that a new shop opened just a few blocks away that boasts a menu strikingly reminiscent of our own. While I do believe in the old adage that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, these past few days, no matter how I tried to busy myself, and no matter how many sun salutations I completed to try to clear my head, a single question occupied all my mental space: had these guys ever been inside our shop, or were the similarities mere coincidence in the purest form?
Monday, January 20, 2014
I'm not a fan of pretty things. Not in the traditional sense, at least. I like women with gaps between their front teeth, and cutting boards that look a little bit beat up. I prefer wild growth as opposed to a neatly trimmed hedge. When it comes to food, I'm no different. I tend to shy away from recipes that require precise, scalloped edges, instead leaning toward foods that are a tad more rustic, even if that means those foods don't always look picture perfect on my plate.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
January is the season of simplicity. After an indulgent holiday rush, this is the period when everyone seems to reel it in a bit. People spend less. People eat less. People go out less. People booze less. It is a time for streamlining and getting back to the basics. I like to think of it as a sort of conscious, healthful easing in to these next twelve months.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Sunday, December 29, 2013
When my best friend and I were teenagers, we made a tradition of spending the day before New Year's Eve together in her bedroom writing a series of lists. The first was always a list of our favorite moments from the year, usually made up of silly teenage stuff (the moment my crush acknowledged the fact that I was alive, a successful slumber party prank, stuff like this…). Next, we made a list of our least favorite moments from the year (the day I failed my first English test, a bad breakup…). And then, in a grand conclusion, we made our list of resolutions for the coming year.