A few winters ago, I received a call from Marco, a friend of a friend who was in town from Spain, asking if I’d like to have dinner. Our mutual friend assured me that Marco was tall, dark and single, and that he loved to cook. Armed with ulterior motives and luscious memories of head-on [...]
Archive for August, 2009
August 28th, 2009
Market Report: Timing is Everything
August 26th, 2009
Queso Fundido Soup (OOPS!)
Click here to watch the first webisode in this series or visit The Supper Club online.
August 24th, 2009
Crush-a-belle: Yellow Corn con White Wine
As I sit down to write this post we are waltzing, make that running, through the last days of summer. Now is the time to fire up the grill and eat outdoors, before the waning days of humid haze elude us, and we wish it were once again time to complain about the heat. It [...]
August 21st, 2009
Market Report: Millions of Peaches
On a summer afternoon right before I left for Buff, I sat in Riverside Park working my way through a couple of exquisite and wonderfully seasonal white peaches. I’d been out riding my bike – on a quest for something delicious to eat – when I stumbled across a farmers’ market overloaded with gorgeous produce, [...]
August 17th, 2009
Crush-a-belle: The $64 Tomato
This laugh-out-loud gardening memoir (who knew gardening could be funny!?!), written by William Alexander, had me in stitches. I flew through the pages with Alexander as he chronicled his triumphs and falters in the quest to keep up with the ever-growing demands of his Hudson Valley vegetable garden and orchard. The $64 Tomato is so [...]
August 11th, 2009
Hot & Spicy
It’s hot, finally. But where’s the spice?
Summer in New York City has taken her good old time bursting onto the scene. She’s held out for a late August arrival, and if she can kick rain’s ass to the curb, she may even gift us a final summer weekend or two, perfect for a backyard or [...]
August 4th, 2009
Crush-a-belle: Madam’s Gin & Jam
I experienced my first crush in first grade. His name was Jason, he was the captain of our kickball team and he wore Transformers sneakers. We’ve both moved on since (though to be fair, I’m not sure he even noticed me, much less drafted me for kickball), but that hasn’t stopped me from falling “in [...]
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