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Category Archives: This Dinner Will Get You Laid
As Fall colors start to paint the country in shades of fire, two friends of our recently returned from a hiking holiday, which they described in glowing terms apart from one small setback:
Everybody needs a hobby – for me it’s a close tie between magazining and singing. For John, triathlons. For Tabitha, designing dog Halloween costumes and selling them on Etsy. As it turns out, Jon’s Boss has a hobby too – … Continue reading
This Dinner Will Get You Laid – butterflied herb chicken and roasted corn salad for the last BBQ of summer
Labor Day is almost upon us, and it feels like the crossroads of the seasons; Summer just behind us, Fall just ahead. My favorite fruit stall at the Union Square Farmer’s Market is right on the thematic money, with peaches … Continue reading
This fascinating nugget of information comes via a local news sheet that I picked up on a weekend holiday in Rockport: Bananas are terrible terrible luck on lobster boats.
“Just older, not wiser,” was Alan’s take on turning 40, as we sat down to – what else – chicken with 40 cloves of garlic and a bottle of champagne.
Some days are days of excess, and no amount of early morning gymming can mitigate them. The Sussex County Fair was once such day.
Too hot to walk quickly through the muggy Manhattan weather, I strolled along behind a couple of girls and listened to them chatting.
My friend Euan is in the Olympics. Not as a sprinter, gymnast or wrestler, but as an Industrial Revolutionary Worker. “Look out for me. I’m the one wearing a white-ish shirt, standing near a big machine, sort of near the … Continue reading
NYC is a city of contrasts. This week, for example my very brave friend Jess made something of a public declaration of hope on her blog. Not entirely out of the blue, you understand, but because she has met a … Continue reading
We were out watching whales. Far too early in the morning, somewhere off the coast of Gloucester, scanning the horizon for spouts of air, or the flash of a tail, or a body breaching out of the water.