Alanna Kaufman

It's 9 p.m. on a Tuesday night, freshman year. There is a boy in my hall with whom I've been engaging in hallcest, and we decide to go downtown, searching for a quiet dessert spot.
November 1, 2007 at 12:00 am

So I've just finished reading the Omnivore's Dilemma, and suddenly the aisles at Fresh Grocer look more like vats of corn than displays of edible food.
September 13, 2007 at 12:00 am