Tag Archives: pesto
My dad was in town for a week of ballet, baseball, jazz, and edgy downtown sketch comedy. Spot the odd one out.
First sunny weekend without thunder, Jon and I hit up the Union Square farmers’ market and planted herbs on the balcony. A few days later, and already the basil is thriving in the sunshine, bushing out, bursting upwards, to the … Continue reading
This dinner will get you laid – grilling in style – salmon skewers with fresh pesto, and a roasted tomato couscous salad
You only need to remember that British Mother’s Day is about a month earlier than American Mother’s Day the day before British Mother’s Day once, and you pretty much have the date seared into your conscience after that.
Back to New York with Jon, who evidently missed me because he’d filled the fridge with skim milk and yogurt, both of which I love, and he can totally live without. Also wine. Lots of wine.
If you are lucky enough to have a friend who has an uncle who has a house in the Hamptons, then there are certainly worse ways to spend an afternoon than floating around his pool on a noodle, and gossiping … Continue reading
It has been said that all you need for a really great picnic is a baguette, a ripe brie, a bunch of grapes and a bottle of wine. But why would you want to stop there?
It really feels as though spring has finally, joyfully, arrived in New York. Baby ducklings are waddling through the park, a bird has made its nest in the back of my friend Keith’s air conditioner, which leaves him with something … Continue reading
I am prone to blushing, and not in a sweet fresh faced English rose sort of way. Unlike Amazing Grace, who generally looks like a commercial for Benefit tint. Things are going well with Alex. Blush. He’s basically living with … Continue reading