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 very nice man. Continue reading
Provencal tomato pasta – a celebration of hope and/or partial nudity
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 Banana be offended that I ruined her hat?
This might be just me, I concede. But having gone this far in confessional, I’m just gonna come out and say it: I never eat a cherry without worrying that it might be prop food. 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, and supplements the crops of the season with jams and chutneys and homemade lavender pillows – all very charming and lovely. 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. Continue reading
The Wednesday Tipple – Lillet Grapefruit Gin Cooler – and forgetfulness
Sometimes we drink to help us forget, and sometimes, we forget before we even drink. Continue reading
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 rucksack, begging my parents to never never let me do anything so utterly wretched ever ever again. To their very great credit, they managed not to laugh. But even I had to admit, the bit where we burned marshmallows was pretty fun.  Continue reading
This Dinner Will Get You Laid – Herbed Goat Cheese Peach Tart and Parisian Romance
True Romance with a capital R. My friend James has abandoned his Brooklyn apartment, handed in his notice at his job in an office off Union Square, and will move to Paris forthwith, to be with the woman he loves. Continue reading
Red White and Blue Flag Cake for July 4th
Cruisin’ NYC – Red White And Blue Pavlova in anticipation of July 4th
Jenn and Alan had bought the tickets on Groupon, and the time was non transferable, so in spite of the thunder and lightening that had lashed Manhattan all afternoon, we set off down to the docks to meet our ferry. Continue reading