Early Mid-Season Lull

It feels like you have to drive pretty far to race every weekend. That, or Wells Ave. almost every time. Where have you gone, races?

Totally unrelated: we're selling our apartment in Manhattan. You want it? Check it out here.

My training pal Stephen finally put down in words what we've been working on in our respective kitchens and it's delicious. Don't just read it, do it.

My team just had a not so super-secret media production day. Here's a preview of how baller the whole package will be:

If I were only as pro as this photo.

The girl-baby looks like she's turning into the girl-kid.