Three nights away -- a little fun, a little sun -- and then we'd head back to school and work.
I'd gotten an early text, so I stepped outside to call Jenni, my agent. It was noon in New York, but only 7:00 a.m. where I stood, barefoot, in my pajamas. I steadied myself against a plastic table with a fake pineapple on it, and dialed. Then an old man walked by on his way to the pool.
Hello, he said.
Hello, I replied.
At that point I kind of wished I'd gotten dressed.
Then Jenni picked up. It was good news.
I'm pleased to announce that I've just signed on to write a new cookbook: Yogurt Culture. It will indulge my love for writing and research, and recipes, and naturally healthful food, but most of all, it will indulge my love for yogurt. The book will drop in Spring 2015, so between now and then all I have to do is basically write the entire book and try to find ways of inserting words like lactobacillis and acidophilus seamlessly into my copy. (I love you, spell-check.)
Rux Martin, who recently launched her own imprint within Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, will be my editor, and I'm thrilled to bits. I think she'll hold me to a high standard, and because I'm eager to be pushed and pulled and stretched like taffy, good things are bound to happen. Either that, or... well, let's just go with that.
So, help me celebrate, friends. Raise a spoon...