dinner 8.10: cafeteria.

“al fresco.”

crab crusted halibut with braised artichoke hearts, shaved asparagus, spring pea and citrus vinaigrette; cheddar-bacon biscuit and joel gott cabernet sauvignon in the background.

I think I’d eat every meal outside, if I could.  Under the stars, in the sun, feeling the breeze, watching crowds walk or stand or run by.  [I suppose this is [...]

drinks 8.10: city winery, zappa and zin.

“electricity.”

flight #3: california zinfandels times three.

There is an electric violin on stage.  It is red, small, angular.   Holding it in the air is a rather thin, lanky Asian woman, owning her rebel ‘tude with a black slip dress and gothic hair that falls into her eyes.  She is racing her bow across her instrument [...]

dinner 8.10: tarragon pesto potatoes.

“urban/suburban.”

roasted baby potatoes with tarragon-dijon pesto; big salad of kale, heirlooms, zucchini, cannellini beans, mustard vinaigrette.

I realized recently that this week marks my seven year anniversary of officially moving to the city.  While those years have been interrupted by college summers back in suburbia, semesters abroad, and my post-collegiate year in Central Europe, New York [...]

lunch 8.10: in tupperware.

“mish mosh.”

kale and millet tossed in flax oil, lemon juice, and sea salt; topped by bell pepper, portobello mushroom, heirloom tomato, chickpeas, pumpkin seeds, avocado, sundried tomatoes, tarragon pesto.

As someone to whom aesthetics mean an awful lot, I am not exactly the neatest person.   Mentally, I am an organizational machine.  Outwardly, I [...]

dessert 8.10: ice cream social.

“doll-sized.”

blackberry gingersnap mini ice cream cone, followed by mini scoops of 99% dark chocolate, duck egg, beet, bourbon-vanilla-sea-salt-caramel, and sweet corn.

When I was a little kid, age in the single digits, I loved dolls. It started with those squeezable characters in the cabbage patch, and it moved to [...]