Tag Archives: summer
The Wednesday Tipple – Headless Horsemen, and a Headless Woman
Walking down the midway at the Sussex County Fair, you could hardly fail to notice the booth containing the Headless Woman.
The Monday Treat – Strawberry Pineapple Snow Cones and Racing Pigs
So hands down the thing we were most looking forward to at the Sussex County Fair were the swimming pigs. “They race for Oreos!†Sold.
This Dinner Will Get You Laid – Red Snapper with Fennel, Chick Peas and White Wine
Some days are days of excess, and no amount of early morning gymming can mitigate them. The Sussex County Fair was once such day.
Fattoush Salad, Hummus, and the unexpected risks of trapeezing
Too hot to walk quickly through the muggy Manhattan weather, I strolled along behind a couple of girls and listened to them chatting.
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.