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
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!
Instead of setting goals for the New Year, I’ve chosen a word, or hell, it has chosen me. Reconnect. It came to me Saturday afternoon during the Winter Solstice Celebration. Guys, the Irish Arts Center does it for me hard-core. ALWAYS festive. Full of stories and gut-laughter. Full of a history I love to hear… Continue reading Reconnect(ing) + Boozy Jam Recipe
I was a little tipsy on the dance of the velvety heart rolling in my mouth I was dumb-tipsy on the day. Connie and I didn’t know it yet, but walking first into Wave Hill’s Sunroom before lounging in all of it’s unabashed green was a high-five moment. We actually high-fived each other. I am… Continue reading where you are planted / bloom