photo by my lovely cousin, Ben Fenton I live life in rhythms. Some might say phases, but I think rhythms is nicer. When I was little, I collected stickers. I got into a sticker rhythm. Puffy ones, fuzzy ones, scratch … wait! there’s more…
Cream scones. Cream. Scones. Today, I made some. I then ate approximately 4 of them, in rapid succession, and then felt approximately ill. But really, what was I supposed to do? My mother and her friends were sitting around our … wait! there’s more…
Never gave much thought to parsnips. I mean, why should I? Parsnips. Albino carrots, really. With skinny tails. Easy to overlook in the root vegetable department. Y’know? What’s a parsnip ever done for me? Parsnips don’t do my laundry, or … wait! there’s more…
The lines are long and the price tags are high, but it’s tough to beat a lunch like this. soppressata, prosciutto, fresh basil, avocado, marinated artichokes, sliced tomatoes, Anjou pear, fresh burrata also wine, some grainy bread, jam, and a … wait! there’s more…