Thought for Food

I’ve always been one to paint the town red, orange, yellow, and blue on New Year’s Eve — but not this year. We canceled our ten-dozen oyster dinner party and turned the volume from 11 to 1. A few celebratory drinks with good friends at Mayahuel and then home and in our robes well before 9 pm. Sushi, champagne, backgammon, dancing cheek-to-cheek … and a 1 am visit from a friend who had survived Times Square (with the help of a backstage pass). If it’s true what they say, that the way you spend New Year’s Eve is a harbinger of the year ahead, then I couldn’t be happier or luckier — love and love and more love.

Happy New Year, everyone!