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After last year’s amazing Giants victory over the Patriots (yes, I’m biased), I was heading into tonight’s Superbowl XLIII with a heavy dose of whatevs. That was until I learned about Terrible Towels in yesterday's NY Times. If you’re a football fan, you need no explanation. For the rest of you: Terrible Towels are the battle flags for the Steelers. They cost $7 and for each towel sold, $1 goes

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Our President, Barack Obama, called us to service and yesterday I took a baby step toward that goal. In honor of Martin Luther King Jr., I started the day at Martin Luther King Jr. High School, a few blocks away from my apartment. Several hundred New Yorkers gathered there to put together malaria kits, paint inspirational messages, collect school supplies and knit baby blankets going to homeless

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Ever since I found out Barack Obama has a 1000 bottle-capacity wine cellar at his Chicago home, I’ve wondered what was in it. How “into” wine is he? Which wines were friends to him during his lengthy campaign? Does he have a Chief Wine Adviser and if not, can I be her?Well, I haven’t figured all this out yet, but this just in… we finally know what’s on tap on Inauguration Day! Here’s an excerpt

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I’m mostly vegetarian. By that I mean that I’m a vegetarian who eats fish and every three years gets a serious craving for a Yankee Stadium hot dog. I also love big, red and seductive wines. (I also happen to have a thing for tall, dark and handsome men and I’m convinced there is a connection between the two…but that’s a topic for another time.) So what’s a mostly-vegetarian girl to do when she

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If I’m still thinking about a meal I had two days ago, then it means it’s time to write about it. It wasn’t at a top-rated restaurant. It wasn’t a culinary masterpiece or elaborately prepared. It wasn’t even free. It was a home-cooked dinner of Risotto Primavera (ok, so the recipe was from the old Le Cirque, adapted by former New York Times Food Critic, Ruth Riechl, in her book Garlic and

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