Maui wowie

No, I’m not talking about the legendary marijuana I recall (hearing about) from my youth, I’m speaking about a special event this week at The Aviary in Kinderhook. Remember a few weeks ago when it felt like the entire world was on fire? While the tragedy in Lahaina may no longer be in the headlines, … Continue reading Maui wowie

Baccanali Neptunus

As I sit on the terrace listening to the sounds of the morning, the restaurant where we dined looming down from the hill above, last night’s dining experience seems like a technicolor dream. I honestly don’t know quite where to start… First, let me tell you about where we’re staying. Our home for four nights … Continue reading Baccanali Neptunus

Art (of) Mexican

Last Sunday, my fella and I road tripped south to Beacon’s Dia modern art museum. To be completely truthful our destination was completely secondary to the fact that we were seeking a good midway point between Albany and Long Island City. You see, one of my 41 paternal first cousins was in town from Ireland … Continue reading Art (of) Mexican

What I didn’t get for Christmas.

At my house, Christmas Eve is the night when we’ve always celebrated the most. Decades ago there were elaborate dinner parties for 10+, complete with extensive menus and many bottles of wine consumed. In more recent years, however, it’s been me and the fabulous Lilly boys enjoying a still somewhat elaborate meal and exchanging gifts. … Continue reading What I didn’t get for Christmas.

Just the tip – recommendations for Provincetown. 

Last week I had the chance to spend a few nights in Provincetown, MA and, despite some grey, wet weather, managed to walk miles and have a great time. I wrote about my public transportation journey to the Cape recently and invite you to read that post if only to learn about the $13 train … Continue reading Just the tip – recommendations for Provincetown. 

Paul, pastry and peace

It was late August, 2002. My then-husband and I were heading to Maine for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary. For some long ago forgotten reason, we drove down Lark St and happened to notice Andrew Plummer sitting outside of what I had always known as The State Street Pub. We pulled over to stop … Continue reading Paul, pastry and peace