Monthly Archives: July 2012
The Monday Treat – rosemary garlic homemade potato chips and Olympic fever
“If I were an Olympian†said Ian, “I would be a swimmer. Not because I’m good at swimming, but because they have the best Olympics. They’re all done by the end of the first week and then they can slut … Continue reading
Olympic Onion Rings and high excitement
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
The Wednesday Tipple – Strawberry Smash
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
The Monday Treat – Pickled Strawberries and a Hipster Trap
As Jon and I walked through the urban wasteland of Gowanus Brooklyn, looking for a disused canning factory, we had to wonder; had we fallen into a Hipster trap?
Provencal tomato pasta – a celebration of hope and/or partial nudity
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
The Wednesday Tipple – Cherry Mojito
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
The Monday Treat – homemade peach vinegar
Driving towards the beach Jon spotted the farm shop. “Who fancies an ice cream?†he said, somewhat rhetorically. So we pulled up and went inside. It was one of those fancy farm shops that rinses the dirt off the kale, … Continue reading
Peach Sour Cream Muffins for a summer-holiday-ish breakfast in bed
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.
The Wednesday Tipple – Lillet Grapefruit Gin Cooler – and forgetfulness
Sometimes we drink to help us forget, and sometimes, we forget before we even drink.
The Monday Treat – s’mores bars to inspire happiness even in indoorsy types
I was a reluctant camper as a child. Bugs, rain, sleeping on the ground – not really my scene. On my return from my first guide camp I sat on the bathroom floor sobbing as ants marched out of my … Continue reading