Little Big

Little Big

I started waiting tables again. It’s been fifteen years. I thought it was ten at first because, truly, that number seemed round and ridiculous enough but, nice try, Amanda—It’s fifteen. After drinking two mimosas at a local brunch spot, my math starts to...
Resolutions

Resolutions

Here we go. A list of hopes and pipe dreams for the new year. All food-related. Hopefully I’ll cross a few off and share the glory with you. If not, I’ll try again in 2019. Either way, welcome to the Spotted Fig notebook, friends. I’m very glad...