Lucky

I need to tell you something

Good morning friends. Today I am going off script a bit because I’ve been keeping something from you and I finally feel like I’m ready to talk about it. It’s been an eventful spring here in Dinner: A Love Story Land, trips to Ireland and Italy, book parties and author conversations and work conferences, New York restaurant adventuring, and so much good home cooking if I do say so myself — so you’d be forgiven if this next part sounds like it’s coming out of nowhere.

Two weeks ago, we hailed a cab at 5:00 in the morning and drove across Central Park to Lenox Hill Hospital where I had brain surgery to remove an acoustic neuroma from my right vestibular nerve. It’s been an unsettling few months, my recovery will be somewhat unpredictable, it’s too early to have any kind of real perspective on what happened and is happening, but I’m going to be ok. It’s a weird feeling to be experiencing the most physically challenging thing of my life while also being aware of how lucky I am that this is …