Mad dash–on a day when NYC is purportedly colder than Mars (?!)–to library and bakery (via St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral) for birthday dinner.
My first Chile Verde, inspired by Diana Kennedy, winter chill, and the need for green.
Hoofed it through Lower East Side for Chile Verde supplies in eleven degree wind (but “feels like -2.”). Frostbitten fingertips and a butcher who flirts with a lady ordering 8 lbs of pork and poblanos.
New Year’s Day constitutional around Central Park’s reservoir.
Father Time (or Baby New Year?) left a surprise outside our door this morning… 2015 was looking rather fossilized for some until “coal” revealed itself to be sugar.