Governor Cuomo has released a report which concludes that many of New York State's public schools are failing. As I skimmed the lengthy document online, I noticed a consistency which, to me, was critical in understanding why these schools are struggling. With only two exceptions (Amsterdam and Buffalo's South Park), the schools which have been deemed failing are attempting … Continue reading Cuomo: failing to understand the problem
Last weekend's New York in Bloom flower show at the NYS museum is the ultimate harbinger of spring's impending arrival. Click through for my Seen gallery on the TU site. As always, the museum and the exhibitor's did us proud while raising funds for a worthy cause!
After more than three decades in the restaurant business, I know a few things. Some of the knowledge I've gained is related to food - how to make a buerre blanc or hollandaise and what to do with an excess of vegetables (frittata, risotto or soup). I've learned about wine and spirits and the significance … Continue reading Restaurant families
Ever start reading a book and get a sense pretty early on that you're not going to enjoy it? What do you do? Push through or bail? For much of my reading life, I've opted to push through and have, on occasion, been pleasantly surprised when something shifts or clicks and the book becomes enjoyable. … Continue reading Ugly Girls – a(n ugly) novel
Tuesday was a long day in my neighborhood. I first got the news in the early morning - a water main had burst and the police, but not yet the water department, were on hand. I considered getting up and running some water in my bath tub, but since I'm on vacation, I rolled over … Continue reading Dirty in the DelSo
The delight of sitting at the kitchen bar (aka worshipping at the altar of Nick Ruscitto) next to my sweetie, perusing the menu. These insane, buttery, crisp crab fritters. The wonderful take on surf and turf we indulged in - beef short ribs and crab legs. That chimichurri is so beyond what any pesto could … Continue reading 5 Things to love at Peck’s Arcade
Don't even approach my body unless you've first been between my ears. I'm 48, not 18. True love isn't roses and chocolate. It's starting my car on a winter's morning or bringing home pizza on a Friday night. Love is buying me the Sunday paper on Saturday so I don't have to go outside on … Continue reading Love, me