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. Continue reading
The Monday Treat – Strawberry Pineapple Snow Cones and Racing Pigs
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. Continue reading
The Wednesday Tipple – Lime Margarita
Confession: I pretty much never hear the word “tequila” without mentally adding the words “mocking bird”. This is what passes for fun in my life. So judge me. Continue reading
The Monday Treat – ice cream with white chocolate salted caramel ice magic
I am highly aware that this is the kind of problem that most people in the world trade me for in an instant, but recently it’s been so hot in NYC that our overworked air conditioner has been flooding the balcony. Continue reading
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. Continue reading
The Wednesday Tipple – Lillet Fizz, and a toast to absent friends in Paris
My friend James had made the boldly romantic decision to leave his life in New York and move in with his girlfriend in Paris.
And recently he had acquired an ornate handcrafted Mexican Devil Mask. Continue reading
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 it up around the Village and have a good time. Also, bonus, they know they look good naked, and, practically speaking, so does everybody else.†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 cows.†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 baking Manhattan morning. 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? Continue reading