This is one of my favorite meals of all time. It will impress the pants (hopefully) off of whomever you’re currently dating, and if you’re single, it will impress your own pants off yourself. No joke.

It’s easy to double or triple the recipe, so I’ll provide ingredients here for just one person. You need 1 cup of spinach (fresh, and optional), 1 tablespoon of olive oil, about ¼ cup chopped onion, a sprinkling of sugar, 1 minced garlic clove, 1 tablespoon of chopped sun-dried tomatoes (oil-packed or dry, it doesn’t matter), about 1 ½ tablespoons goat cheese, 1 tablespoon of chopped fresh basil or ¼ teaspoon of dry basil, a sprinkling of salt, and two chicken breast halves. You’ll also need a few toothpicks. Read More »

So I’ve got this issue, and I wonder if it’s just a me issue (I tend to have a lot of those), or more widespread.

A couple of times a week, I work at this real fancy office. All high rise, and gold leafing, and Prada shoe stores on the bottom floor. I mean, I had to go shopping for clothes just to feel non-stupid walking into this building. It’s fancy. Midtown New York. Sometimes I even think I see famous people walking the hallways…but I think anyone in a well-pressed suit or 4 inch heels is famous.

Anyway, the fanciness of the building is not my issue. The issue is that in the office where I work, there is only one bathroom. And this bathroom is off a small hallway that is right off of the main receptionist’s (except it’s a guy. Do you call a guy a receptionist?) desk.

Now, I have not been at this place very long, and I’m pretty sure most people still don’t know my name. The point being, it’s not an unfriendly atmosphere, but I’m not exactly walking around in slippers and talking about recent (or non-recent, as is more likely) sexual exploits around the water cooler.

So like, when I have to pee–or, even worse, more than pee–I feel radically uncomfortable and totally talk myself out of using the bathroom until A) I can’t deny my body any longer or B) the day ends and I can rush home and lock the door behind me. Read More »