As apartment-dwellers grilling with a tiny grill on the balcony of a building we knew from personal experience to be flammable, our adventures in charcoal were limited to things that could be cooked quickly so that coals could be extinguished immediately. Now that we have a little space, though, Brian and I have wanted to get serious with our new(ish) full-size grill and smoke some meat. Last weekend, we finally made it happen. [Read more…]
October blackberries are totally a thing. Consider them a gift from a mild fall. We’ve been delighting in the occasional, kind of pricy, half pint of berries for a few weeks now. But since these late season berries are delicate and maybe even mushy, they are ideally suited to fall baking.
One of the great things about humanity is our adaptability. We adjust quickly to a set of circumstances; we experiment, assess, and move on. The downside of this survival skill is that as soon as a new achievement is attained, us humans are quick to renegotiate our happiness and needs. It’s the whole grass is always greener thing. [Read more…]
Concord grapes at the farmer’s market have always been a herald––true fall has arrived. The clear fall sun unmediated by any humidity, a crisp autumn breeze, and the scent of Concord grapes in the air is perfect. That intense Concord fragrance casts a serious spell, one that has led many to purchase far more concord grapes than they have any chance of deseeding.
So forget the seeds. In fact, forget work altogether. Winter will be here soon enough, and this is your last chance to sit in the sun and toss back a couple of these Concord lime vodka collins. [Read more…]
On cool nights in Brooklyn, I loved laying in bed with the windows open. I would drift to sleep and sometimes be startled out of it by the conversational mumbles of the late dinner crowd coming out of the restaurants and planning their next moves, the nightly din-to-shrill crescendo of the bar out back, and the wall of taxis laying on their horns as they came down Havemeyer on weekend nights at twelve thirty, and again at two. When the loudest sounds ebbed, I’d hear bits of conversation, laughing, music floating by, and would sit in bed and love that I could hear all this life happening from right there in my bedroom. And if the moon was also shining in the window, as it did this time of year, well, what else could you want?
The Virginia nights offer a different symphony. [Read more…]