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It’s the end of an era. John and Demitri have both left Manhattan. One to travel the world for 6 months on an epic and brave adventure. The other to work in Ohio.
H and J, Theoretically summer has ended, and I’m concerned that we didn’t drink enough cocktails with umbrellas in them. Do you fancy getting together to rectify this sad and sorry situation? I have flamingoes on straws, parrots on … Continue reading
Too hot to walk quickly through the muggy Manhattan weather, I strolled along behind a couple of girls and listened to them chatting.
It was Hilary’s idea to go to the urban farm. Sandwiched between a mental hospital and the East river. “If it’s true, we should go and see it.” So we headed off through midtown in the scorching heat of a … Continue reading
Do you ever find yourself looking at an apple and thinking: you’re too perfect to be a real apple, you look like the apple in Snow White? Or at a pineapple and thinking: should I eat you, or would Chiquita … Continue reading
My Mum and Dad were visiting New York, and we took a side trip out of the city to see what we could see and have lunch. What I saw was a four leaf clover, right in the middle of … Continue reading
I can put my finger on the exact moment where Thanksgiving related food stopped being appealing: Friends Ken and Carrie invited us over for dinner and a game of cards, and I gave in to uncouth temptation and drank a … Continue reading
Imam bayildi is one of the all time great, most delicious ways to eat aubergine / eggplant.
The name means “the priest wept”, and theories as to why exactly the priest wept abound; possibly he had a young wife whose dowery was mostly paid up in barrels of olive oil. She cooked this dish for him. He loved it. She cooked it again for him. He loved it. She cooked it again, and that was the end of her olive oil dowery. Or possibly the priest cried in sheer pleasure as olive oil dripped down his chin when he took his first mouthful of creamy eggplant, and soft sweet tangle of onions. Continue reading
Labor Day is almost upon us, so naturally I am wearing as much white as possible and preparing for a BBQ.