Indulge me as I complain about my job, just this once.
I know, I realize that it's not easy to imagine how eating for a living could be anything but a glamorous, caviar-studded chimera wherein breakfast, lunch and dinner consist of splendid gastronomic fairyland moments of bliss.
It really is that, most of the time. But I'm here to set you straight: while working on January's awesome Burger issue, I am convinced that I ate a cow. Maybe more than one cow. I likely took out a herd of cattle, people. Read more »