Presenting, in no particular order, the 5 best things I ate in the 5th month of the year… Softshell crabs at New World Bistro Bar. It might be the fleeting availability of this spring delicacy that makes them so damn special, but the capable hands of the kitchen at NWBB elevated them to a new … Continue reading May’s best bites
Tag: food
Eating up Barcelona
It's been amazing how quickly I've adjusted to Barcelona's late night schedule. I can only explain it as a magical alignment of being an early person and having the advantage of a six hour time difference. Whatever the reason, it's working for me and I haven't struggled at all with this temporary life of sleeping … Continue reading Eating up Barcelona
The wisdom of Antonio Banderas
After spending my first day in Barcelona, I can say I understand exactly what Antonio's talking about. This place just stimulates the desire for languid pleasure and beautiful people and food are everywhere. With blue skies above our heads and cobblestones below our feet we wandered around quite a bit yesterday. When it came time … Continue reading The wisdom of Antonio Banderas
Celebrating snake eyes and an unexpected trip from Korea to China
Yesterday my youngest son turned 11. I wish I could remember exactly what time of day he was born, but it’s honestly kind of a blur. I think that happens once you have more than two children, some of the specific details no longer stick. In complete honesty, I sometimes have to pause to recall … Continue reading Celebrating snake eyes and an unexpected trip from Korea to China
Crushed for my crush
I was absolutely heartbroken yesterday to learn that Sentinel Butchery had closed their doors after a valiant attempt to provide best quality, local meats to the Capital District. Maybe you never had a chance to get to Emily Peterson's shop or consume the products she brought from farm to table, but I assure it was … Continue reading Crushed for my crush
Tara Kitchen
Sunday, more than ever, has become my "Me" day. Yesterday I had hours to myself to do whatever I felt like - once the waffles and bacon had been cooked, served and cleaned up and payroll had been done and the sheets had been changed and I had met with Linda Kindlon at Bake for … Continue reading Tara Kitchen
(Sometimes) I want to be alone
(Said in a Greta Garbo voice, pronouncing want vant.) As I sat on the train heading south to Hudson on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, I considered my decision to take the trip solo. I had made two attempts to find a companion for the day, but didn't find a taker. No worries whatsoever. I'd been … Continue reading (Sometimes) I want to be alone
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