Her blog has a simple, pretty header that makes me jealous.
The spirit of her words about food (rhubarb, in particular) are almost as delectable as the dishes she spends her time immortalizing.
Her husband makes awesome pizzas (by the looks of them) at their Seattle restaurant, Delancey. He's probably really handsome and plays guitar and smells like pine soap, too. It just stands to reason and seems to line up nicely with the rest of the richness. ( I know nothing about him, by the way.)
She wrote this book that has sold marvelously well and which I just ordered today on Amazon. I'm probably way behind the curve but that's the way I work -- I'm usually late to the party.