Editor’s letter
Slow and steady has never really been my vibe. I’m more of a fast and furious kind of gal, particularly when it comes to work. Blame it on 15 years in daily news; I’m always racing to a deadline. Moving to a monthly magazine should have slowed the pace a little but instead, the excitement and electricity of life in a new city only intensified the frenzy. So when life ground to a halt in March, it was tough. One thing that helped was turning to the kitchen (now conveniently located three steps from my dining table-turned-desk). Like most people, my weekday cooking is typically restricted to anything that can be whipped up in less than 30 minutes and requires minimal washing up. Suddenly I had the time and flexibility to…