Nothing to do with this topic, but doesn't this porterhouse from BLT Prime look stunning? It was!
As I'm catching typos on my site thanks to my brilliantly-eagle-eyed -grammar -dictator husband I stopped to really look at the title of this blog. I started calling it the Desperate Chefs' Wives of NYC because that's where the only chefswives I knew lived. But soon after this blog got going I was able to meet women all over the country and even the world. Just take a look at the map on the right. So I've dropped the "NYC" and thus broadened our horizons. I really can't believe how many people found us! I am so lucky to have met all of you and you each have such amazing stories and great advice. I'm even starting to get confused because I only know most of you by an email, a myspace page, or a clever pseudonym.
[As far as membership goes I hate to say that two people have emailed me saying they dumped their chefboyfriends! One of whom caught scandalous emails. I hate to see them go, but I'm sure they made the right decision. It can be so hard to walk away from something that although hurtful, is comfortable. So, bravo ladies!]
I have got in-laws coming in later this week so I'm going to try my best to be on top of emails and posts and such. But you know how it goes. I love when family comes because we get to eat our more. Perry St and Spice Market-yay!
PS. I've got a contest on the way so keep checking the blog!
DCW_NYC
-Hilary-
