Tag Archives: food
[whissk, whissk]. Hello! That’s just the sound of me taking a broom and dusting things off around here — sweeping the corners clean and airing out the joint. Once again, it’s been an eon (or two) since I’ve set foot … Continue reading
Oh, hi. I just tripped into this space and found lots of cobwebs, as well as an unused post — one filled with juicy purples and greens from July — that has been dangling here, waiting. Being something … Continue reading
How to eat a carrot? The question was: what to do with this beauteous bunch of small, sweet, just-picked carrots procured at the small farmers’ market in northern Vermont. I opted to shred a couple of them, and in combination … Continue reading
Walking past this sidewalk fruit display – with its catchy watermelon-red plastic bucket set up to catch the drips from the melting ice – served as a vivid reminder.
I attended a Mayoral Candidate Forum on the Future of Food in NYC tonight at The New School. It was a packed auditorium, with an overflow crowd watching a live feed in other rooms. Marion Nestle did a stellar job … Continue reading
I am regularly intrigued by the sight of food on the sidewalk – whether dropped, fallen, thrown, broken, or blown, the general assumption is that the thing in question has accidentally wound up down there (unless it’s been intentionally … Continue reading
A favorite repast – smashed avocado on rye toast with arugula leaves on top. Two tones of green, two kinds of taste – buttery rich and sharp crisp.
A small bowl of cool romaine and radicchio leaves with a little bit of crumbled feta on a sweltering afternoon.
Trying to come up with a snazzy way to fix these fruits into something fanciful. The rhubarb was a surprise in this week’s CSA delivery. The currants and gooseberries were impulse purchases at the farmers’ market. Any recipe suggestions out … Continue reading
At a lovely summer cocktail party in a light-filled apartment overlooking the river (it felt like being in a colourful aerie, each room being filled with fanciful plumage), there was this bowl of cherries.