I had someone over for dinner recently whose kids are right at that age where they start to roll out into the world, with their first step being four years of college. Their kids are close in age, so having three, as they do, means that at one point they will be paying for 2 kids in college. I was curious what a top private liberal arts school costs a year now. I know how much private school has gone up in NYC through friends, but I didn’t know how much college has gone up. The price is $106,000 a year, and it includes housing.

Let that number sit for a second. A hundred and six thousand dollars. Per year.

If your parents can’t cover that, and most parents can’t, you’re looking at loans or praying for scholarships. That price is for one thing only: wealthy people whose children can experience college without entering the working world in debt. A graduate carrying this debt, because of interest, could be paying it off well into their late fifties. That is a very long time to have that sit on your head. Does anyone really want to walk out of college in their early twenties already half a million dollars in debt, only to realize the life they actually want to build doesn’t require — or even benefit from — the degree that put them there?

That math doesn’t work. I’m a huge believer in the liberal arts. There is real value in having four years of your life, at exactly that age, to find yourself — to take an opera class, or a film class, to read and argue about literature, to pick up a guitar for the first time, to sit with ideas you never would have encountered otherwise. That kind of education shapes people in ways that show up decades later, long after anyone remembers the syllabus. I see it in our kids and their friends. Their knowledge of culture makes them see the world through a different lens, and that is a gift.

But is that experience worth $106,000 a year? I don’t think so. Not even close. What happens to schools that can’t justify the price, or where the entire student body consists only of wealthy kids and kids with full rides? What happens to the middle that balances out the conversations?

What happens to all the universities charging elite prices for an education that isn’t elite? Where people don’t believe the education is worth it unless they can get a degree from a top university. We are seeing that play out in law school and other graduate schools. Why bother going if the degree isn’t going to get you the job you want in order to pay back that debt? Will families keep paying? Or are we headed toward a system where only the wealthy can afford the full college experience, and everyone else gets priced out entirely?

I think AI is going to be one of the most interesting forces in this story — not as a talking point, but as something every parent will end up paying close attention to, whether they mean to or not. Will schools build AI-forward curricula that let them deliver a real education at a fraction of today’s cost? Will some version of the four-year liberal arts experience survive at a price people can actually afford? Or will the institutions that can’t adapt simply stop existing? What will happen to people entering education as professors and alike?

Education has always been personal. Most parents want for their kids what they themselves had, or better, whether that’s public school, private school, or a particular college. That instinct isn’t going away. But the price tag attached to it might make those choices either impossibly costly or, in some cases, no longer available at all.

Interesting times ahead.

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Over the last decade, cannabis use has gone up by more than 40% across the globe. On its face, that sounds like a straightforward story: as legalization slowly opened the door, state by state, city by city, and country by country, people were walking in to give it a try.

I don’t buy that. People didn’t just start smoking weed. Nobody woke up the morning cannabis became legal in their state and decided, for the first time in their life, to try it. The numbers we see out of the gate in brand-new legal markets — state by state, country by country — are high from day one because the demand was never new. People have been using cannabis for decades, underground, illegally. What changed wasn’t appetite. What changed was who got punished for it.

That is the part of this story that doesn’t get said enough. Black and brown people have been arrested for cannabis, while countless white people have used the exact same substances with a fraction of the consequences. In NYC, 90% of low-level weed arrests have been Black and brown people. They are almost 4 times more likely to be arrested for cannabis than white people. Legalization didn’t create demand. It just made visible—and taxable—something that was already everywhere.

In New York, there’s still a lot of talk about giving back to the communities most harmed by cannabis prohibition, about building new programs to make things right. But that opportunity was largely lost four years ago, when the state started handing out licenses without ensuring the expectations attached to them were actually met. The intention was right. The execution wasn’t. The powers that be have found out you can’t go backward. Expecting all the licensees to provide social give-back to renew their licenses when that wasn’t part of the original documentation doesn’t work now. We have been doing that at Gotham, but it was part of our plan, not the state’s.

Here’s what’s actually killing legal cannabis businesses across the country is that states legalized the product without seriously confronting the illicit market that was already saturating it. The supply chain overlaps completely. Illegal weed is cheaper — of course it is; it isn’t paying taxes, isn’t paying for licensing, isn’t funding the regulatory apparatus states built around legal sales. And yet there’s no real public effort to change that dynamic. Where are the campaigns telling people not to buy illegal weed? Where’s the oversight and enforcement against illegal shops that are undercutting every legal operator trying to do this the right way? There are also hemp products that can be sold anywhere and have zero oversight, directly taking money from the state dispensaries’ pockets, and that means less taxes for the state. States have done shockingly little.

Meanwhile, the conversation gets buried under nonsense from both directions — the “public health crisis” framing on one side, and the almost religious “cannabis will save us all” enthusiasm on the other. Neither is honest. What actually needs attention is much less dramatic and much harder to fix: an industry undermined by poor oversight and a string of poor decisions made by the people responsible for regulating it. And the unions certainly should not be the regulators of law.

Watching how badly this has been handled makes you wonder what else is being managed this way. Legal cannabis could have been a real correction — economically and in terms of justice. Instead, it’s a case study in how much damage gets done when regulation shows up without follow-through and specific social give-back legislation.

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Years ago, I read a novel — I can’t remember the title now — written by a woman who’d worked at Google. She told a story about being a woman in a corporate company and navigating up to the top, eventually running a division. In her area, every day at six o’clock, the men would head out the door. The women stayed late.

One night, the women were talking about why all these men leave at six, get praised for their work, and we’re still sitting here. Her answer stuck with me. It’s because you do their job. You don’t say no. You take care of them so they don’t have to worry. This book has stuck with me, and I have retold it to many women who somehow are taking on everyone else’s work.

That story came back to me recently after an evening with friends. Two different women, two completely different situations, but the same thread underneath both. One of them was clearly not wanting to do something — you could see it on her face — and I kept asking her, why don’t you just say no? Why don’t you just say no?

It’s harder than it sounds. I think it’s genuinely hard for a lot of women to draw that line. It is easier to bear the consequences that you never wanted to deal with.

The other friend had a client who’d essentially taken advantage of her. They went around her to buy something so they wouldn’t have to pay commission, even though she spent countless hours educating them. Instead of saying, this is bullshit, she went ahead and helped them complete the transaction. She got taken for a ride. And she did the job anyway because I am sure she wanted to look like the good person here, but she should have told them fuck off.

Why do women have a no problem? I wonder a lot about how women are raised differently — how many of us are still, in some quiet way, expected to be the good girl. To say “of course, I’ll take care of that” or “no problem,” while internally we’re frustrated, doing someone else’s work, doing something we never wanted to do in the first place. Did our mothers do that? Did we do that in elementary school?

I’ve never had trouble saying no. These days, honestly, I say no to almost everything unless it falls into maybe three categories I actually care about. Our own kids taught me personal boundaries. Watching them hold a line, plainly and without apology, gave me permission to do the same. They have elevated my ability to say no.

So how do we change this for women — especially young women — before the pattern sets in? How do we teach it early enough that it becomes instinct instead of something learned the hard way after years of overextending? Therapy is a good start, but so is having your own personal boundaries.

No, I won’t do that.
No, that person isn’t being fair to me.
No, I won’t finish that for you.
No, that doesn’t interest me.
No, I don’t want to read that book.

Whatever the version, women need to learn the power of “no.” Not as an act of defiance, just as a plain, ordinary sentence they’re allowed to say out loud, as many of their male counterparts have no problem saying.

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We’ve all been reading the headlines about cannabis-related ER visits climbing. It sounds alarming until you look at what’s actually happening in those emergency rooms. People aren’t dying. They aren’t physically ill. What’s landing them in the ER is panic — they got too high, and they’re freaking out about what’s happening to their own body. That’s a very different problem than the headlines imply, and it points to a very different solution. There is a small percentage of people who have physical reactions to cannabis, but throwing up is not death.

Back in the late 70’s maybe early ’80s, my mother went to an advertising party with her husband. Before she started her own ad sales company, my Mom oversaw all sales for an agency. There was a poster as the invitation that made a nod to pot brownies, kind of a coded, old-school warning nobody actually understood, not unlike that Seth Rogen bit in Studio when he points to the “old-school buffet,” where most people don’t realize that means that drugs are infused in the food. Needless to say, nobody should eat 6 of those mushroom-infused brownies.

Back to my Mom. They were told about the pot brownies, but they had zero idea how many to eat. They were even so excited they took a few and wrapped them up to put in my Mom’s purse for later. After indulging, they left the party in Georgetown and went to the bar, and her husband started feeling strange. Really strange. He was starting to panic. My mom suggested they just stay the night at the hotel and sleep it off, as there was no reason to rush anywhere. But he insisted on going home. So they got in the car and headed down 495. It was only a thirty-minute ride.

My mom was a small person. Her husband was a big guy. Somewhere on that highway, he turned to her and said, “Oh my god, I think I’m having a heart attack. I need to go to the hospital.” She pulled over, climbed across him, and pushed him into the passenger seat so she could drive, screaming, “Do not open the door.”

At the hospital, a young intern came out to see them. Her husband explained everything — the brownies, all of it — and told the doctor, “Listen, I’m not a pot smoker.” The doctor looked at him, clapped him on the shoulder, and said, “Well, you are now, buddy.”

He was fine. He wasn’t having a heart attack. He was having a panic attack brought on by a dose he wasn’t prepared for.

That story is decades old, but it’s the same story showing up in ER intake rooms today. The rise in cannabis-related ER visits isn’t a crisis of the drug itself — it’s a crisis of people not knowing what they’re taking, how much, or what it will feel like when it hits. That’s not a pharmacology problem. That’s an information gap.

And the gap isn’t just about dosage — it’s about how we talk about cannabis at all. I was at a dinner party recently where someone said, “You can’t get stoned here because we have young kids,” while everyone around the table was drinking freely. Nobody blinked at that. We’ve built an entire social script around alcohol — how much is too much, what a hangover means, when to call it a night — and basically no equivalent script for cannabis, even as people use cannabis more than alcohol these days and data is pointing to weed being better for you than alcohol.

Changing that starts with education, not stigma. It starts with normal, matter-of-fact conversations — the same way we teach people what to expect from a glass of wine versus a shot of tequila. And it starts at home.

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US consumer spending is down, and the easy explanation is obvious: people are anxious. The economy feels uncertain, the news cycle is exhausting, and when customers are worried about the world, they hold onto their wallets. Also, the cost of food, gas, and housing has accelerated. That’s real, and it’s part of the story.

But I don’t think it’s the whole story. I think something else is going on, and it’s less about fear and more about boredom.

There was a time when shopping online felt like discovery. You’d land on a site and stumble onto something you didn’t know you wanted. Net-a-Porter, Farfetch — in their early days, these places had a point of view. Now? I couldn’t tell you what separates one from the other. The curation has flattened into sameness. Everything looks the same, feels the same, sells the same handful of luxury labels on repeat.

And then there’s Amazon. I’ll be honest: I have a hard time even clicking “buy” these days, and it’s not about price or convenience — it’s about how the company treats its people. The only reason I’m still tethered to Amazon at all is my Kindle. I’ve quietly stopped buying almost everything else there. My Amazon purchases have plummeted, and so has my online shopping in general. When a purchase makes you feel a little bit lousy, and the product itself isn’t even exciting, there’s no reason to keep clicking.

If big platforms have lost their spark, where is individuality actually happening? Right now, a lot of it is happening through vintage clothing — people building their own look out of pieces nobody else has, instead of buying the same drop everyone else bought. That’s not a coincidence. When the mainstream options all start to look identical, people go looking for something that doesn’t.

I hope the next generation of retailers figures this out. I want stores that feel unique, not replicated. Not another version of the same luxury mall experience stamped out in city after city, country after country. Places where young, independent brands can actually rise up instead of getting crowded out by the same luxury names everyone already carries.

Because here’s what a great store can do that a website never will: give people a reason to linger. To hang out. To talk to each other. That’s the thing algorithms can’t replicate — a place, not just a transaction.

It’s what we’ve tried to build at Gotham. We wanted to separate ourselves from the crowd. What’s interesting is watching the effect play out with our own customers — yes, people come in for cannabis, but increasingly they’re coming in for *Gotham*, for the space and the experience we’ve built around it. That relationship is strong enough that we’re leaning further into it: expect to see more Gotham-branded products showing up in our stores starting this autumn.

Retail didn’t die. It just got boring for a while. The fix isn’t a better algorithm — it’s better rooms, run by people with a point of view who take care of you and know your style.

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When we first moved to the city, it didn’t take much to become fascinated with real estate. I thought that if we could just make enough money to buy a plot of land to build a 15-story parking lot, we would be fine. A business that pulls in cash with few employees. Those days are gone.

For a long time, we never had the capital to buy anything other than a home, but I kept looking because I love building things and real estate. We were invested in venture, not real estate. There was a time in the late 90s when I wanted to start buying residential properties near subway stops in Brooklyn.  Again, not the right time for us.

Eventually, we began buying and building real estate. Given today’s real estate market, I was not the only one looking for opportunities. Unfortunately, too many real estate landlords are awful landlords. The bad ones don’t care about their tenants. We do.

There are countless small property owners who have been hit with rising taxes, insurance premiums, and, of course, rent regulations who are getting squeezed every day. Because of this, many of these buildings are not maintained, and the tenants are the ones who pay for it. Freezing the rent is not the answer because real estate is far from one-size-fits-all.

Zohran is trying to reshape real estate policy. He is trying to build more housing, changing the simple economics of supply and demand. He established the pied-a-terre tax, which I am a big fan of. Those who own second homes in NYC must pay an annual tax based on the value of the apartment. As they should. The fear is that these people will leave the city, but they won’t, because NYC is a luxury, and they all love coming here for their culture fix, which is why many own places here even though Florida is their “place of residency”. Zohran is forcing landlords to fix properties, as he should. Some NYCHA buildings are uninhabitable, yet people still live there, and it is unacceptable.

I have been reading There Is No Place For Us: Working and Homeless in America by Brian Goldstone, who won a Pulitzer for this book. I keep thinking rinse, wash, repeat. The cadence of the book hits as if you are going through the highs and lows of getting housing yourself. It is painful, but maybe that is the point. Zohran makes the point, which I do agree with, that for NYC to continue to succeed, we need more affordable housing for our many working people. It is not like we have built high-speed rail lines to get people in and out of NYC with ease, so they can live in affordable areas. The social programs have been slashed, and given the cost, compared to the positive outcomes that would help many, it makes zero sense that we have so many people in need of housing. Compassion and housing go a long way.

Real estate owners have built tremendous wealth over the last couple of decades, setting prices that continue to rise without reacting to the market because being empty is fine with them. It is killing our city.

Where should the power be?

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The cat is out of the bag with cannabis. Anyone who thinks this goes back in the box is out of their mind — I said it last week, and I’ll say it again: more Americans partake in cannabis now than smoke cigarettes or drink alcohol. Americans like to drink, smoke, gamble, and have sex. Shocking, I know. We’re not unringing that bell. So now the interesting question is what happens with psychedelics and/or mushrooms as it moves towards big pharma and legalization. And it’s moving fast.

Back in April, Trump signed an executive order directing the FDA to fast-track psychedelic drug review. Within a week, the FDA had already handed out priority vouchers — the kind that compress a 10-to-12-month review down to one or two — to three companies working on psilocybin and MDMA-like compounds for treatment-resistant depression and PTSD. Then, a couple of weeks ago, Eli Lilly announced it was acquiring a psychedelics company called AtaiBeckley for $2.8 billion in cash, with an additional $1 billion possible if certain milestones are met. That’s not a biotech flyer. That’s the company that gave us Prozac writing a multibillion-dollar check to get into this space. Their lead drug isn’t LSD, by the way — it’s a synthetic DMT compound, delivered as a nasal spray in a clinical setting, with patients monitored for a couple of hours after dosing. It’s shown real, lasting results for depression that hasn’t responded to anything else, although I know many who have done ketamine treatments for depression that have been incredibly successful.

We were talking about this at dinner last week. Are we excited, or are we scared? Because we’ve known for a long time that psychedelics genuinely help with PTSD, treatment-resistant depression, and other things traditional medicine hasn’t cracked, or we have not figured it out yet. That part isn’t in question anymore. What is in question is everything else. How does this actually get sold? Do you go to a dispensary-style storefront, or does this stay locked up in a clinical setting where you show up, take it under supervision, and go home? Is anyone going to let people walk out with a bottle and dose themselves at home, the way microdosing culture already does informally — because if so, who’s making sure what’s actually in it? Will this spur a larger illegal market?

Pharma has the money and the infrastructure to do massive, real research. But pharma also has a long history of cutting corners once something’s profitable, and I don’t think anyone’s forgotten that. How oxy was foisted on anyone with pain to become addicts was not that long ago. I don’t have the answers here. I just think it’s worth sitting with before the industry gets built. Considering the states haven’t done the best job of rolling out the cannabis industry, I fear what a mess this will be, although pharma has tons of cash with deep pockets for themselves and the government, and that is all they really care about.

What do you think — clinic-only, or eventually something more open access? I’m genuinely curious where people land on this.

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David Garrett sent me an email out of nowhere. I answer my emails, so when I got his, I looked him up and discovered he had started an organization called the Institute for Primary Facts. He’s the man behind the Trump-Epstein bookmobile. A lovely guy. He did this for his daughter, and once he started, he couldn’t let it go.

Working with the survivors, he and his team took the entirety of the Epstein files — all the pages the DOJ was forced to release — and turned them into a physical museum installation drawing over 15,000 people in NY and DC. One went up in a converted gallery in Tribeca. Another, even bigger, in DC: 3,500 bound volumes lining the walls of a 12,000-square-foot space. You walk in, and you can read the actual evidence, page by page, that’s been buried, redacted, and suppressed from public view for years.

It’s such a simple idea — put the evidence in front of people and let them draw their own conclusions. Power to the people. It might be the only real way any of us ever find out what actually happened behind closed doors with Trump, Epstein, and everyone who protected them for decades. I asked Garrett the obvious question: what’s your endgame here? He wants to build a Trump presidential library before Trump does — regardless of what happens to Trump between now and then — so that when it’s built, it tells the truth. Not the version Trump would write about himself, the one where he lies every day and then lies about the lies. The real one.

Then came the moment that actually gives me hope. Last week the Senate was set to vote on Todd Blanche’s confirmation as Attorney General; Garrett’s team and Epstein survivors loaded up the bookmobile, drove it to Capitol Hill, and hand-delivered specially bound volumes of the files straight to the offices of the senators who’d be voting — every relevant page bookmarked, every survivor’s testimony highlighted. Then they went on cable, city to city, and kept up the pressure. Prediction markets on Blanche’s confirmation had been sitting comfortably high for him. Within about 24 hours of those books landing on senators’ desks, the odds cratered. That’s the part I keep coming back to.

In a moment where crazy, selfish power-monger people are running the country, this was a reminder that pressure — real, physical, undeniable pressure — still moves things. I want to believe people win in the end. This was a small, real piece of evidence that we can. The bookmobile is going on the road before the midterms — Texas, Ohio, Iowa, North Carolina, Florida, and more stops are being added.

If this is the kind of thing you want to see more of, here’s a donation link. They need it to keep the truck moving and to support the survivors along the way. Knowing that there are people like David Garrett out there who care about the future of this country and are building organic movements gives me much-needed hope.

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Late in Albany’s last budget session at some ungodly hour in Albany, union Local 338 pushed legislation through that would replace the mandatory LPA (labor peace agreement) that every cannabis business must sign to get a license. It was passed, as most who voted for it probably had no idea what they were voting on or were strong-armed, and it now sits on Governor Hochul’s desk awaiting a signature or a veto.

Here’s what it does: it kills the labor peace agreement requirement that every cannabis dispensary in New York has been forced to sign since day one. In exchange, it creates a three-person Cannabis Wage Board — one industry rep and two union members — with the power to set wages across the entire industry. Let that sit for a second. Name me another private industry in this state where a union gets a permanent seat on a government board that sets wages for government-regulated businesses. I can’t think of one. This didn’t happen by accident.

Here’s the backstory to understand why this happened now. When I first got into this business, I was genuinely righteous about the labor peace agreement. I am always righteous, so there is that too. These are small stores and farms — some of them employ three or four people, in total. Not three or four hundred. The state forced every one of them to sign an agreement with a union before they could even open. What happened next, in stores that size, was predictable: the union attempted to move in by trying to convince employees that they deserve more and their employers are not doing right by them. This rhetoric changes the culture of these tiny businesses overnight. Not in a good way. It has been disruptive to owners who are already fighting for their lives just to keep the lights on.

So Gotham sued. We took the Office of Cannabis Management to federal court, arguing that federal labor law is clear: employees get to choose their own union, or choose none at all. New York’s law gave cannabis workers exactly one option — one union, take it or leave it — and that’s not legal under the National Labor Relations Act. This unlawfully preempts federal authority over private-sector labor relations. We haven’t won outright yet, but a federal judge has already agreed with us that dispensaries shouldn’t be forced to renew these agreements, and we’re waiting on the final written decision.

Instead of letting a court sort out whether the mandate was even legal, they went and attempted to get something arguably bigger — a permanent hand on the wage lever for the whole industry. Meanwhile, nobody in this business is making money. Price compression is brutal right now — the same customers who spent freely last year are back buying the same amount, but stores are pulling in 20 to 30% less from them because the state itself created the conditions for that compression. The OCM continues to issue licenses, effectively enabling people to lose money. And on top of it, dispensaries still can’t do anything outside their four walls. No weddings, no venues, no concerts — because the law that governs cannabis states that cannabis can’t be sold or distributed anywhere alcohol is served, and that’s been read broadly enough to choke off almost every path to additional revenue.

Look to California if you want to see where this all leads. It’s been legal there for consumers for almost a decade now, and the illicit market is bigger than the legal one — not close, either. Licensed growers are producing a fraction of what unlicensed operators are still pumping out. Ten years in, and the state hasn’t come close to killing the market it was supposed to replace. Whose fault is that? Not the consumers. Not the operators trying to build real businesses under real rules. It’s the state — every time you tax a legal product until it can’t compete with the guy who pays no tax at all, every time you bury a small operator in compliance costs while the illegal seller has none, you’re not protecting a nascent industry that pays taxes to the state. And when no one is truly working to shut down the illegal market, then the state is subsidizing the illicit market.

New York has the exact same problem brewing, and nobody in Albany wants to say it out loud: you cannot regulate and tax an industry into oblivion and then act shocked when its underground version thrives. There are illegal shops everywhere, from countless websites that sell products and ship across the country, to bodegas all over the city selling products, to trucks selling products, to illegal dispensaries selling products. So here’s where we are: an industry that employs people and pays taxes, but can’t grow beyond its own storefronts, and that may soon have a union sitting on the board that decides what everyone gets paid — a union with no capital in these businesses and no risk if they fail.

I’m not anti-union. I’m very much pro-labor. There is a big difference. What I’m against is telling small business owners they have no say in who represents their employees, and telling those employees they don’t get a choice either. If you think this is as backward as I do, call your state senator, your assembly member, and the governor’s office. Tell them the data that came out last week is clear: cannabis is used by more Americans than tobacco or alcohol, and it’s time the industry stopped being treated like a second-class citizen just because it doesn’t have the lobbying money the alcohol and tobacco industries do. What we do have is the ability to grow, employ people, and pay our taxes, unlike the illicit market.

As a country and a state, we should be investing in the next wave of industries, not holding them back by clinging to past vice competition. If Hochul signs this into law, it will destroy the cannabis industry. The industry is already angry at every misstep; it will scream loud and clear to everyone that the leaders in the state don’t care about the future of cannabis, and we will all wonder (as we all do these days) what tit-for-tat was given to get this signed?

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I got this recipe from Smitten Kitchen. Deb Perlman started Smitten Kitchen twenty years ago out of her tiny NY kitchen. She published her debut cookbook in 2012. At that time, a new up-and-coming company, Food 52, put on an annual event focused on the top cookbooks of the year. I sat on the board of Food 52 and was one of the first investors, so, of course, I attended that event. After that event, I remember thinking about the new businesses being created on the web platform and how many almost fell into it, building loyal audiences around things they liked to do, hence Deb.

I love her success. She disrupted an old business model by creating a food blog with recipes she loved and sharing them with the world, turning it into a financial career through cookbooks and more. Her recipes are always good.

This summer I made this and have made it again and again. This recipe works in the winter months too. It is so easy and a fantastic side dish.

Preheat the oven to 450.

Chop one head of cauliflower into small pieces. Chop one head of Savoy cabbage into thin strips, then cut in half. Toss them both together with olive oil and kosher salt, then spread them all across a rimmed cookie sheet. Roast until the vegetables are nice and crispy, some very dark brown. I did this early in the day and reheated it just before tossing in the dressing and serving.

Whisk together 2 tbsp lemon juice, 2 tbsp tahini, 1 tbsp olive oil, and a little water if the dressing is too thick.

Toss and mix the dressing and vegetables, warm, and serve. A winner!

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