Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
(As promised, the second part of last weekend. This time, however, the Fired Up is refers to the fire tower out in Grafton and the going up it that was our plan for the early afternoon.) Just like Saturday, I spent much of Sunday outdoors, this time on the east side of the Hudson. My … Continue reading Fired Up, Part 2
Last Saturday, I maneuvered my large cardboard sign into the back of my Mini and drove to the other side of town to take part in the second No King’s demonstration. (Allow me a moment to clarify my own understanding of the title “No Kings.” I completely understand that we don’t have a monarchy in … Continue reading Fired up, Part I
…that the country where I live is so selfish that far too many people care for no one beyond themselves. …that far too few people in the country where I live are aware of the Sumud Flotilla and it’s attempt to deliver critical aid to Palestine. …that the government of Israel is run by a … Continue reading I’m sorry…
A breakfast of cherry tomatoes sautéed in olive oil with garlic flakes (all gifts from friends) until they popped with sweetness with eggs and a piece of toast on the side. An appreciation for the print copy of the NYT delivered to my front porch. I really enjoyed my unplugged weekend, which included online news, … Continue reading Perfect Hudson Valley Sunday
One of the highlights of the recent girls weekend in Chicago was dinner at Cabra, Stephanie Izzard’s Peruvian restaurant. On my prior visit to Chicago, I had enjoyed a fantastic evening at the bar of one of Izzard’s other spots, The Girl and the Goat, and I was excited to try another of her venues. … Continue reading When an out of town meal prevents you from eating local
Beyond the occasional Dottie G from Cardona’s, I’m not much of a sandwich person. Most days, I’d rather avoid the carbs from the bread and just have a salad. But, during the height of tomato season, the siren call of a blt is undeniable. I must have one. This beautiful specimen may be the epitome … Continue reading The best BLT (and my first peach pie!)
I can’t remember why I started referring to the man I had been dating at the time as a type of cheese, (manchego, specifically), but I have no interest in scrolling back 4 years to be reminded. He is a person that I don’t really think of often and I see no point in revisiting … Continue reading The Stinky Cheeseman
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