A quick splash of magenta for this rainy and foggy but so amazingly cool(er) day.
The image above was the challenge of the latest photo quiz. And the correct answer is…
- the bud of a zinnia flower!
No one guessed it… but a few people thought it was an artichoke – doesn’t it remarkably look like one? Well, they belong to the same Asteraceae family (that also includes sunflowers, asters and daisies), so it’s not surprising that at the . . . CONTINUE READING → Answer to the photo quiz, plus a bumblebee
Found this newly emerged alien on a sorrel leaf today… I didn’t even know we have cicadas in Canaan, NY. Couldn’t resist snapping a bunch of closeups. Enjoy! (Or not.)
. . . CONTINUE READING → And now cicadas?!
What is this, you ask? Brooklyn Battery tunnel? But where are the toll booths?
No, it’s not a tunnel – it’s a woodchuck hole under a rhubarb plant. Fatniss Everdeen is back, ladies and gentlemen, and she dug out an even larger hole in place of the one I foolishly thought I’d sealed last time. Both President S’crow and I grossly underestimated her resilience.
Fatniss has stomped out half of my onions and keeps tasting tomatoes for ripeness.
. . . CONTINUE READING → Japanese beetles, Fatniss, weeds – and some pretty photos
Mackerel is one of my favorite types of fish to eat raw. I love its firmer, denser texture and delicately fishy taste (sounds like an oxymoron, I know…). Weirdly, I even prefer mackerel sashimi to yellowtail (mackerel sashimi box at Izakaya 10, mmmmm….), and wherever there’s mackerel ceviche on the menu, I go for it. Last week I made up my own version.
Confirm with your fishmonger that the mackerel is very fresh — you don’t want it to taste any fishier than it already does by . . . CONTINUE READING → Spanish Mackerel Ceviche
I woke up with a strong craving to do something with the baguette that Anna and Nick brought on Thursday night and that has since gone delightfully stale on our kitchen counter. Here’s what ended up happening:
There was also a slightly overripe mango and a pack of blueberries that got a bit of a frostbite sitting on the top shelf of the fridge that need to be used up. In my mind, mango combines very nicely with blueberries (plus a pinch of cinnamon), . . . CONTINUE READING → Today’s breakfast: French toast with mango and blueberries
How is my little garden doing without me in this heat? It was 109 degrees in NYC yesterday, and things are melting. It’s a little cooler upstate, of course, and Jesse and Barbara have been diligently watering the garden; so I’m not too worried about it being parched. But they also report that Fatniss the Woodchuck has returned and exhibits no fear of Strawm the Scarecrow. I asked Barbara to put a bar of Irish Spring soap under the garden shed – let’s hope woodchucks are repelled by its scent the same way deer are…
. . . CONTINUE READING → Mint is out, Supertunias are in
A rosé is a rosé is a rosé, some might say. But why then are these two glasses fluorescing so brightly? Because, I think, they feel happy in their natural habitat, at Wheatleigh.
Which serves to prove that simple pleasures in life are best enjoyed in luxury settings. Two weeks ago, we ventured out to experience Wheatleigh’s new summertime tradition — BBQ Wednesdays – with a fun group of friends and neighbors.
. . . CONTINUE READING → A fortnight ago at Wheatleigh
We probably only have a week or so left to enjoy “spring” garlic — the allium equivalent of new potatoes — so let’s not miss this chance! Soon, a tough casing develops around every clove but until it has, the whole garlic bulb can be sliced like an onion.
It is soooo aromatic, sweet and juicy — perfect for salads and . . . CONTINUE READING → gnocchi with spring garlic and zucchini
The local fauna has developed some new tastes. My garden doesn’t have a fence and I have come to expect planting excesses of certain vegetables to share. So, when I saw last Wednesday that half of the bush bean seedlings had been decapitated, I wasn’t that surprised. But there were a few unexpected casualties: top of a kiwi plant was “pruned”, one of the cilantro patches was razed to the ground, and – to my biggest surprise – several tomato plants had been attacked.
Come . . . CONTINUE READING → Fatniss and Strawm
Such a happy day we had yesterday! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who hosted, baked, cooked, dove, weeded, brought their fabulous selves, gifts, foods, and otherwise helped celebrate James’ and mine (and America’s) birthdays one more time. Nothing conveys the spirit of the party’s smashing success better than this photo:
A simple bouquet of mint and wild flowers to complement the classy sophistication of the attendees…
…and some equally . . . CONTINUE READING → All birthdays, one more time