Opening night of the Year of Glitter:
rockin the pumpkin fairy dress sent by mom ~
being carded while buying prosecco (on 42nd birthday, I mean, please, but also: thanks!) ~
loving old friends who slice, sauté, simmer tagine, rescue caramelized frosting, snip nasturtium from trailing vines for cake top, who celebrate years of friendship, who introduce new [...]
A second bread attempt, a mere two days later. Tripled the recipe to make a walnut boule and wreath, and caramelized onion and rosemary bread sticks. Finally figured out what the little cupboard of our Wedgewood is for: it’s where bread dough sleeps, perchance to dream (or double in size).
Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead. ~ W. H. Auden
Long absence accounted for thusly: I’ve been busy breaking bread with the dead. Today I took time from the book to bake bread for the living. Post first attempt the house now runs rampant with homemade bread hounds. And so dissolves–like [...]
Dinner at our second date and long time haunt Frank. Molto squisito!
A bit of foray into the new neighborhood (Richmond) in search of vittles and hardware uncovered many intriguing shops, including today’s favorite: New May Wah on Clement Street. One side is miles of aisles of everything candied, fishy, fungusy or ready to be wokked. Next door is an equally large shop with every kind of [...]
The ladies spent two nights at the oldest spa in Calistoga, Indian Springs. We enjoyed volcanic ash mudbaths (my first–divinely primordial) and the general Zelda Fitzgerald ambience created by fellow guests playing badminton and croquet in spa robes while proffering invitations to the “inhalarium.”
We toured a handful of wineries in St. Helena, Yountville, Napa– two [...]
Last night in New York as a resident. Friends braved the 102 heat and introduced me to El Quijote, an old-school Spanish place tucked under the Chelsea Hotel thats been serving fresh seafood, tall cocktails, and superb flan since the 1930s.
Tim, Katherine, Harry Smith, William S. Burroughs and Andy Warhol at the Quijote.
Goodbye to all that!
Temporal Sluts was what it said on the poster outside the ladies room. It was a band flyer, but well describes our current state of mind and being. Above is the chandelier outside Cookies Cream, a hidden, secretish (how secret can you be with a write up in the NYT?) vegetarian restaurant in Mitte where [...]
We spent the afternoon on rue Montorgueil, the oldest market street in Paris. Elements of a salad Niçoise were purchased, as well as yet more foie gras (Alfonso is anticipating our departure, it seems), and another small Galette des Rois. Delicious cake (puff pastry and frangipane) with a surprise inside (une fève), what could be [...]