It’s prime cherry season, and they’re as cheap as they’re going to get on the fruit stand by my apartment. And, truth be told, I’d wanted to make bourbon cherries for a while, ever since my friend Grace made me a Manhattan with cherry bourbon that her grandma had made for her in a jam jar. Continue reading
It was Jon’s birthday this weekend, which brought with it the usual scheduling nightmare that seems to be endemic to modern life. Jess could not do Friday. Jeremy could only do Friday. Ken could do any day, as long as the dinner was in Maine.
Nonetheless, celebrations occurred, Jonathan joined the iPhone generation, and then there was cake.
Jon’s mother Sheana is a great cook. She regularly grows her own vegetables, turns them into soup, and bakes some bread to go with it for a low key mid week lunch. This puts my own I am a picture of domesticity; see me grow rosemary and put it in vodka to make rosemary vodka antics into perspective. Continue reading
We drove towards the quilt shop, past Amish guys in buggies and women scooting along on over-sized scooters, their bonnet strings flying out behind them, past market gardens and farm stands and red roofed barns and home made ginger ale stalls.
We’re not in Manhattan now, Toto. Continue reading
Our friends Ingyin and Yosi planned a last road trip of summer, before returning to NYU Abu Dhabi to start the new term. Essentially, what they were looking for, was Americana. Continue reading
When Euan came to New York he had one goal in mind: to eat and rate all the best burgers in the city.
It was a noble quest, and we set out to help him, compiling a list from various review sites, top ten lists, New York Times clippings and word of mouth reviews. Would Corner Bistro beat out ShakeShack? Had Stand Burger gone off the boil? Would the $26 burger at Minetta really be twenty bucks better? Continue reading
Labor Day is almost upon us, so naturally I am wearing as much white as possible and preparing for a BBQ. Continue reading
We were preparing for the hurricane. Continue reading
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 counted pretty much exactly where the apple cider and donut stall usually is. 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 which earring looked better. The kind of party where we would be allowed to stay up late to hand round wooden bowls of crisps and peanuts. Continue reading
