We are crazy about a pot of beans in this house. When I moved out, it was the first recipe from mom I took with me. Having been married to a Puerto Rican for many years, no one believes she’s Russian if they’ve tasted her pernil with a side of rice and beans. She told… Continue reading Mom’s Stewed Beans, Sort Of
slabs of seedless watermelon lush pink and bright yellow next door i’ve never had the yellow but i want yellow i want something close to sun heirloom tomatoes all the way from his garden in Jersey sit on storefront windowsills sunning til a red he is fond of blooms to then be chopped along with… Continue reading my harlem lunch hour
So why return to Glasbern Country Inn?If the deep quiet of farmland and still waters is not enough, then here are my three other reasons: to taste their winter menu (because you know their Spring blew me away like mighty winds against a dandelion), to continue photographing a single place during it’s each season, and the… Continue reading Glasbern and Always After
When Spring returned to us in all its young green finery, I wanted to eat it. To squeeze a little lime on it in broad daylight and find my way, past the beefsteak tomatoes, standing strong on the sides of heirlooms, the tall, bruised green of the earth. The day before Easter, I grabbed the… Continue reading One of Many Ways to Eat Spring
There’s this feeling you get when people from all over Queens (and other boroughs!) gets together to write all weekend long. It’s sorta like the feeling you get after taking the very last bite of a piece of bread delicately smothered in fig jam, at a picnic your friend or neighbor had thrown for no other reason… Continue reading Join Me for Queens Writes Weekend!
A Healing Soup for Jen All soups are meant to heal, but this one’s for my sister-in-law who has saved me one tiny bowl each time I’ve made big pots of it. I’d recieve a text from her while at work that’d say, “Sorry. Don’t hate me.” She had a sore throat all week long… Continue reading Thai-inspired Chicken Noodle Soup
I’m right here sunlight opening up the sidewalk, opening up today’s breakfast black&white, & I’m about to be born again thinking of you –Ted Berrigan, Many Happy Returns Let’s keep this simple. There’s no sun. I need sun. Imma slice sweet gold, dress their light in citrus, hug all their yellow tight with buttery, flaky… Continue reading a free-form shine