And under that, kthread was born one year ago today.

No blast of Januaries shall blow you through and through—not today at least; birthdays are filled with wishes warm enough to thwart the cold.

I have a bad habit of hooking people on chèvre. Almost everyone I have dated lunges at the stuff, and after my food writing students visited the Charlottesville City Market last spring, they took impassioned local goat cheese producer John Coles of Satyrfield Farm (who cannot sell his cheese anymore due to Virginia raw [...]

“Merry Christmas,” Steph said last night as she swept into my car, gracefully handing me a bag with gold foil peeking out of the top. I reached for the gold foil that seemed to be attached to a bottle and, oh my, Veuve Clicquot was in my hands. Merry Christmas indeed.

The idea started, as these things do, over drinks with friends; tallying disappointing New Year’s Eve experiences in various restaurants and bars, my roommate and co-conspirator Ben and I had the same thought: why couldn’t we host a New Year’s Eve party?