The early Serious Eats struggle days: Hemorrhaging money, "we were a soufflé ready to fall"
In early January I got an email from my old boss Steve. “Just wanted to say Happy New Year, and I miss you.” Really? I thought to myself. You miss me after you’ve screwed me, you son of a bitch. The better angels of my nature won out. I — graciously, I thought — emailed him back and suggested we …