Monthly Archives: July 2013
Lunch on the fly – I sauteed the scallops in a fry pan with a little oil and butter this morning, added some dried herbs de Provence and a sprinkle of vinegar and laid them over a pile … Continue reading
Lunch on a summer Sunday spent working.
Just about all I can muster on a day like today in Hot Town is a tall glass filled with liquid and ice.
Breakfast out on the back deck.
A batch of fruit, cut up and soaked in a mixture of cognac and sugar for a while before having a bottle of white wine poured over it and drunk in a green, grassy backyard with a bunch of people … Continue reading
On the road, eating fruit out of a plastic flying saucer shaped tub while sitting in holiday traffic en route to a few days out of the bighothumidstickysidewalkedcity.
Rhubarb appears every spring, its green and pink stalks growing straight up out of the ground topped by crowns of ruffled, green (poisonous) leaves. I’m late – it’s already the second day of July, and rhubarb is pretty much gone, … Continue reading