When things “Heat Up” in the kitchenAs of January 16th, I am officially 41 but I almost did not make it. I owe a debt of gratitude to Keith, a firefighter from northern California who happened to be in the right place at the right time.
While attending a soirĂ©e hosted by a neighbor, my favorite Elie Tahari sweater began smoking. (I’ve been trying to get him to kick that nasty habit.) Although in retrospect I remember smelling something odd, it was only due to Keith’s keen sense of smell that I was not completely engulfed in flames. I am also grateful for the fact that my sweater was made of 100% merino wool with no synthetic fibers which are more flammable than natural fibers.






