You’ve not “made it” until you’ve an eponymous cocktail all your own. Witness the Fatty Daddy, a sweetly surprising number that packs a punch, just like our own dear David.
Stop it. Please just stop it. Make it go away. Pretty please. [Editor’s Note: A rant by David about the recent deluge of white stuff.]
Our very own David Leite shares his Ina Garten story, explaining how they first met and how he may–or may not have–gushed at his idol while trying to keep his cool.
David is wooed when Michael Ruhlman waxes poetic about one of his can’t-live-without ingredients. A love story, with recipes.
David explains why he was awfully slow to warm up to slow cookers…and how he caved and became a convert.
As David reveals, it’s always darkest just before dawn. But then all manner of magic starts to transpire…
David divulges his fetish for puff porn, a habit that conveniently requires no confession with Father Fraga come Saturday afternoon.
David wishes The One happy birthday with a gift of their love story, as told in 15 exquisitely decorated cookies.
Despite Jack Frost nipping at his nose (and other parts), David manages to capture some pics of a winter wonderland.
And all through the house, not a creature was stirring…but what about the abandoned grill out back? David investigates.