April 1, 2015

Watertown, MA. April, 2015


Look! Even though we've had a record-breaking snowfall here around Boston this year, the sun has been blazing and melted it all. And my roses have even begun to bloom. Amazing. Alas, I wish it were so. We're still under a thick blanket of snow, still battling cold and wind and a white landscape that's been firmly in place since January. April Fool.

March 31, 2015

Istanbul. September, 2014


Got okra? A staple in the Turkish diet, the tiny seed pods (seen here at an early Sunday morning farmer's market) receive a mixed welcome in the US of A. Mostly because, I suspect, people slice them in a way that releases their slimy interior, making eating them somewhat of a grisly chore. But when done right, they are superb. Never had an unctuous one yet. At least not in Istanbul.

March 30, 2015

Dorchester, MA. March, 2015


Our friend Kevin, at his and his partner Rich's going-away party last week, thanking all of us "for making my worst nightmare come true: having all of the people I love in the same room." Lots of good people, lots of good food, lots and lots of laughs. They're on their way now, off to Illinois. Off to the future.

March 29, 2015

Dorchester, MA. March, 2015


In case you didn't have enough dessert from yesterday's posting, here's some more for you. My friend Marin's Opera cake, the star of the sweets table at last weekend's going-away party for our wonderful friends Kevin and Rich. Would that the sweetness of this confection were enough to keep our friends from moving away to Illinois. Today, alas.

March 28, 2015

Stoneham, MA. March, 2015


Our beloved friend Paul displays the dessert to top off his mother's St. Joseph's feast -- zeppole! Some filled with sweetened ricotta, some with whipped cream, some with "yellow cream" aka pastry cream. And, once again, even though we all "couldn't eat another bite," we all did. Another great evening at Mrs. A's table. Grazie mille.

March 27, 2015

Gloucester, MA. March, 2015


One benefit of this winter's record-breaking snowfall is that three deer have come out of their secluded home to munch on the few greens available in our yard. Mostly evergreens, but they're not picky, as evidenced by this yearling whose boldness has allowed it to prance across our patio, finding the remains of last summer's parsley plants under the snow in our big wooden tubs. We love the deer and spend hours watching them from inside the house. Thinking wishfully, we believe they seem to have adopted us. And why are we so attracted to them? Is it because, as our friend Donna suggests, that, like cows, they have kind eyes?

March 26, 2015

Washington, DC. June, 1989


Well, just a little more than a week left before Easter, which means that those of you who've given up something for Lent can start counting down until you return to chocolate or wine or pastry or whatever you may have forsworn. Here is my glamorous late friend Dali (she thought she was Audrey Hepburn; her friends thought Angelica Huston was more like it.) I asked her one year what she was giving up for Lent, and without missing a beat, she answered, "Some eye makeup."