(The New York Times) The first thing Alison Roman does when she arrives at work is switch on the computer and check her email. But that’s where the similarities with many Manhattan office workers end.
After a few minutes at her desk, Ms. Roman clomps downstairs in her kitchen clogs and heads to her workstation. There, she puts on an apron, spreads her recipe on the white Calacatta marble countertop and begins slicing a tomato. Instead of asking colleagues where the stapler is, she searches for the microplane.
“We are obsessed with this,” she said, grabbing the rectangular metal tool and bowing her head over a lemon. “You can use it to zest, to shave Parmesan, you name it.”