Monthly Archives: August 2011
Labor Day is almost upon us, so naturally I am wearing as much white as possible and preparing for a BBQ.
We were preparing for the hurricane.
Sadly the Farmer’s Market was not on in Union Square when we were evacuated from the office as the earthquake shook Manhattan – well, mildly vibrated Manhattan might be more like it. Otherwise we would have been mustering and being … Continue reading
I remember my Mum and Dad serving melon slices as a starter at dinner parties when my sister and I were little. The kind of party where my Mum would spritz on the Fendi perfume and ask us to pick … Continue reading
It was one of those lovely lazy Sundays pottering around the city post brunch that brought us to the fabulous Union Square Farmers Market, where laziness and pottering have to be checked at the metaphorical door.
I was lost. On my way home from the market in Venice with my string bag full of purple radicchio, fresh walnuts, a bag of Arborio rice and a wedge of Parmesan wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. … Continue reading
The woman leaned over to our table conspiratorially as a giant glass bowl of ice cream was delivered for her and her husband. “The ice cream here is the best in the world, she said. Are you going to try … Continue reading
Drinking was involved, and so was Hilary.
A happy respite from the 100 degree heat in the city brings my friends out on the balcony to drink cocktails and watch the setting sun reflect in the windows.