Author: Maggie Mauro

Let’s talk about Tikka Masala. Or rather, let’s talk about what passes for Tikka Masala when you’re living the glamorous life of dietary restrictions. You know the drill—no dairy, no …

Let me start by saying: I have trust issues. Mostly with any food product that describes itself as “high in probiotics” and “chef-crafted” in the same sentence. It usually ends …

Let me paint you a picture: it’s 7:45 AM, I’m staring into the abyss (aka my empty coffee mug), and I’m debating whether breakfast is worth the effort. Enter Grandy …

Let me start by saying that I’m not typically a “glassware person.” My bar setup is more “college reunion” than “Michelin star,” and I’ve been known to drink a $45 …

Let’s be honest: buying jarred pasta sauce should never feel like a commitment. You’re just trying to get dinner on the table without setting the kitchen on fire. And yet, …

There are days when the soul cries out for solace. For meaning. For clarity. And on those days, I, wise seeker of enlightenment through broth, pilgrimage to Ichiran on 49th …

Ah yes, the Cloudnola Flipping Out Rainbow Flip Clock—because nothing says “I respect punctuality” like slapping a rainbow-colored carnival on your wall and daring it to tell time. If you’ve …

Ah, Milk. That timeless white beverage of yesteryear, now with a glow-up nobody asked for—but we’re all secretly intrigued by. Enter Milk50 by DairyPure, the dairy industry’s equivalent of a …

There are peanuts, and then there are Hubs Virginia peanuts—the kind of peanuts that quietly judge the sad little bag you picked up at a gas station that one time …

Look, I’ve never asked for much from my shower. Warm water. Decent pressure. And maybe—just maybe—not emerging from it with skin that feels like it’s been lovingly exfoliated by a …

Let me tell you about my descent into the sparkly abyss of Gaillard Jewelry. I wasn’t planning to fall in love with a bracelet, let alone feel morally superior while …