Archive for the ‘vino & victuals’ Category

~ the year of glitter ~

Thursday, June 23rd, 2011

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 [...]

~the sleep of yeast~

Friday, March 11th, 2011

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).

~breaking bread~

Tuesday, March 8th, 2011

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 [...]

~nyc day fourteen: frank!~

Wednesday, December 29th, 2010

Dinner at our second date and long time haunt Frank. Molto squisito!

~in heavy syrup~

Thursday, September 2nd, 2010

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 [...]

~invitation to the inhalarium~

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

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 [...]

~crab calloway~

Friday, July 23rd, 2010

~goodbye to all that~

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

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~

Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010

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 [...]

~aventures du louchette flâneurse: 50ème~

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

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 [...]

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