When lunch leaves you hungry

On a recent weekend I celebrated Christmas with my girlfriends from home. We met in Kingston, an excellent midway point between the three different counties in which the four of us reside. I was late for lunch, (although it turned out that they all were, too) and arrived a little breathless, but with my hair … Continue reading When lunch leaves you hungry

Pop up and On Demand

And, no, I’m not talking about my own ideal of romance. I’m referring to the fantastic kick off to my February break. Friday night could not have been better - my date and I attended Ric Orlando’s Lover’s dinner hosted at Lower Landing, in Coxsackie and enjoyed every moment of our evening.  Many years ago … Continue reading Pop up and On Demand

(Cauli)Flower Power

As a child, you would have been hard pressed to get me to eat cauliflower - especially with that funky mustard sauce my mother would put on it. It looked like brains to me and, obviously, I had enough of those already. But, as you might have predicted, that changed as I got older and … Continue reading (Cauli)Flower Power

The spectacle of Autumn

It’s the third week of October and I have yet to turn the heat on in my house. I came close one day recently, but I put on some cozy socks and added a flannel sheet to my bed and the moment passed. On this night, I’ve opened the window in my bedroom to sleep … Continue reading The spectacle of Autumn

Discover something new this holiday weekend – favorite al fresco dining in the (mostly)518

If you need a reminder about the reality of how a pandemic is devastating the hospitality industry (as well as countless others industries), look no further then the strained smiles on the faces of so many independent business owners. What these hard working entrepreneurs are doing to keep their enterprises afloat is an inspiring and … Continue reading Discover something new this holiday weekend – favorite al fresco dining in the (mostly)518

Home. Again.

Jeter had his first walk yesterday afternoon following our return from Wellfleet. Upon stepping outside he looked absolutely crushed to discover that he was no longer pond side. Same, buddy. Same.Decades after my first annual trip to Cape Cod, I still drive home feeling incredibly melancholy. A funk settles on me, different from the one … Continue reading Home. Again.