Ribbon of cloud hugs the valley. Wood thrush trills. Bare feet in cool grass. Cold rare steak piled onto buttered bread. Summer.
Cool rain. Inside sunshine: donut nectarines, their scent perfuming the air. One bite, and the juice drips down my chin. Amazing intensity.
Michael White reimagines the steak house. Dinner at Costata: pure pleasure. Excellent meat. And so much more. Most memorable: sardines!
Cool. Gray. Wild turkeys stalking the lawn. Shrimp pancakes: crisp, lacy, savory, spicy. Splash of sriracha. Soy, ginger, chile dip. Awake!
Can't get the tuna at Fish & Game out of my mind. Rich, soft, tangled into crisp peas. Stunning ramen too. Memorable food in Hudson!
Cool misty morning. Gentle rain. All green and white. Savory steel cut oats. Butter. Swirl of egg. Splash of soy. Sriracha. Perfect warmth.
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You may find this post on WPA writing on NYC foodways interesting foodasalens.com/2010/11/ethnic…
Cool bright morning. Hot tea. Asparagus folded into softly scrambled eggs. Tang of grated lemon peel. Parmesan. Splash of balsamic. So fine.
Sleepy gray afternoon. Storm blows in: pounding rain. Pasta sizzled in oil. Chile-sparked garlic. Tang of bottarga. Splash of lemon. Awake!
Cicadas screech. So loud! Eating fat local asparagus; butter, lemon, balsamic. Fresh green stalks. So sweet. Perfect finger food.
Cool rain. A day for the blues. Savory buttered oatmeal dusted with parmesan. Scattered scallions. Sliced chiles. Splashed soy. Strong tea.
Rain's stopped. Mist slowly drifting off, revealing distant mountains. Grass so green. Icy Chablis. Steamed clams. Butter. A loaf of bread.
Warm rain. Ferns unfurling everywhere. The first asparagus are up: purple, robust, so sweet. Raw for breakfast. The taste of now.
Radiant morning. Wood thrush warbles. Fox dashes across path. Just-laid eggs, golden yolks. Curly fiddlehead ferns. Life in the woods.
Believe GMOs will feed the world? Think again. Eye-opening article: bit.ly/10w2okr
Gray. Cool. Spring's hiding. Lace-edged fried eggs. Crisp bacon. Home-baked bread. Outside the window, bobcat prowling. Such proud beauty.
Leaves finally out. Such a tender green. So fleeting. Crisp bacon. Fluffy pancakes. Dark maple syrup. Local eggs. Celebrating spring.
Misty morning. Rain on the roof. Mournful owls in the woods. Good day to stay in bed. The shocking heat of huevos rancheros. Awake!
Another radiant New Hampshire morning. Air clean. The lovely trill of the wood thrush hanging in the air. Just-laid egg, poached. Perfect.
Sunny. Cool. A walk through the woods. Porcupine ambles slowly across the path. Poached eggs. Tomatoes. Hollandaise. A good morning.
Bright New Hampshire morning. Air so clean Lilies of the Valley poke their heads through fallen leaves. Eggs, softly poached. Toast. Butter.
Gorgeous morning. Warm. Sunny. More summer than spring. Shaved green asparagus folded into new eggs. Softly melted cheese. A celebration.
The lilacs are blooming in riverside park! Pink cherry blossoms. Apples too. Tender green leaves. Coffee. Cream. Croissant. A good walk.
A herd of deer just leaped onto the lawn. Wild turkeys too. It's spring. Crisp bacon. Blueberry pancakes. Maple syrup from down the road.
Full moon in a blue sky. Small miracle. Coffee. Cream. Roasted rhubarb swirled into yogurt. Sprinkle of brown sugar. Heading into town.
Bright. Chilly. Bare trees. Emerald grass. The warm brown scent of baking biscuits. Warm applesauce . Cinnamon sticks. Cream. Coffee.
Gray. Cold. Gloomy New York. Sunny deviled eggs, marigold yolks. Sparkling salmon roe, bright as jewels. A bit of edible spring.
HIlarious acrobatic squirrel on the feeder. Tender eggs. Crisp buttered toast. Off to moderate DBcubed: Daniel, Danny, Dan. Baldor Bite!
Radiant morning. Grass so green. Daffodills! Devilled eggs. Homemade bread. Local butter. Coffee. Cream. Small wonders. Grateful.
: Younger Tsarnaev attended a college party Weds night. Story not getting any less weird. tinyurl.com/d72zveq
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: Whoa. Syrians send America a message. Look at this. RT @timminchin
: RT @NewsBreaker
: BREAKING: UMass Dartmouth evacuating, 'Please leave campus calmly as soon as possible' - @UMassD
Before the blast took both his legs, Jeff Bauman says he looked into the eyes of one of the alleged Boston bombers gaw.kr/ISeZtvX
: Here's what I know: Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, who is currently being hunted, was the captain of the wrestling team at Cambridge R&L.
Can we please ask ourselves how a major American city is on total lockdown and our senate just killed a bill on background checks for guns?
Check my tweets. I translated the pertinent parts.
Russian speakers, what does this say? RT @dcbyron
Per this soc. profile vk.com/id160300242
he certainly seems interested in Chechnya
Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, 19, was born in Kyrgyzstan. Tamerlan Tzarnaev is 26, born in Russia, became legal resident in 2007 (via @chucktodd
Third man has been arrested. He's being called an accomplice, not yet called a suspect, reports NPR's Dina Temple-Raston.
A Dzhokhar Tsarnaev won a 2011 scholarship from the City of Cambridge to pursue higher education bit.ly/103Knnw
i fell asleep to the sound of helicopters overhead and woke up to this on my front door--whoa pic.twitter.com/oz4ZTgjyoo
Watching Twitter. Better than TV for breaking news. Compelling tragedy. Black coffee. Grapefruit juice. Ripe avocado on toast.
Why did I bother with the name "Stars" when it could have been "Old Mother Rabbit Head" (Beijing)
Hopeful sky. Grass tender green. Spring eggs, high marigold yolks, sunny side up. Local bacon. Small consolations in terrible times.
Great!! RT @corybe
: That older man in all the photos/video who was knocked to the ground by the explosion? He's OK - heraldnet.com/article/201304…
Cool bright morning. Deer on the lawn. Sprouted rye bread: dense, sweet, chewy, complex. Cold sweet butter. Sprinkle of salt. Lemon tea.
Radiant morning. Blue sky. Fluffy floating clouds. Pancakes. Tangy dark maple syrup. Crisp smoky bacon. Ice cold tangerine, lingering scent.
Gray rain. Back in New York. Consolation: Sunny bowl of buttery crisped softness. Matzo brei. Coffee with cream. Make your own weather.