If you are feeling perverse and want to test your marriage, do this:Have one spouse go onto the Internet to buy a new air conditioner. When it is delivered, install it. Its too small. Also dent...
I am happy with the colour of the red Munstead Wood. I was worried that it would be a flat, electric scarlet, but it has dark black shadows within the cupped petals. My chives are mess, though. Not s...
Well, Memorial Day did not kid around. Yesterday it kicked off summer with a kick in our pants, remarkably well aimed. The fan did its best. Munstead Wood, above, fared remarkably well, far better th...
A salad for one: the perk and pepper of nasturtium, the sweet crunch of fava bean leaves, the soft spots of trout lettuce. And some lambs quarters (a.k.a. yet another pigweed), thrown in. I lik...
Usually this tray, which my mother gave me a couple of years ago, is brought to me, in bed, with breakfast, on Saturdays and Sundays. During the week I have my coffee and toast in front of the comput...
...takes flight.[Boring Blogger news: I have changed the settings for Comments, disabling Anonymous and Name/Urls. This is to see whether it discourages the deluge of foreign spam comments the blog h...
If I had made a list of things I wanted to do before I bit the dust this would be on it: Make a proper omelette.I have been able to make many things for a long time. Soufflés and roasts and tarts and...
There is some pretty interesting food next door at 66 Square Feet (the Food). Burdock stems are new in my foraging repertoire, and high on my foraging "keeper" list. (Milkweed is also moving ...
Two days of solid rain were followed by some real humidity. Things are growing. I am falling behind, with some tomatoes still to plant out...I was consumed by pigweed all day yesterday - long story, ...
If you like roses, you need to see these. Now.
I had cabin fever yesterday. So I put on my gumboots (it has been very wet) and left the house with an air of defiance. Walked down to the East River, where I found the first red Juneberries. They of...
We walked into the green woods across the road from Gabrielles house in Tarrytown. Gabrielle, her three year old daughter Bess, and Vincent. Gabrielle is my editor at Edible Manhattan and -Brooklyn, ...
Photo: Vincent Mounier, from Strange Brooklyn ShoresI saw my first day lily buds a couple of days ago. The season approaches.For salads, pickles, and a steamed vegetable, head for your closest stand ...
On Sunday we returned from our wide, green weekend. Sometimes you do not know that you are missing something until you are wrapped in it. Ill write about the woods near Tarrytown, tomorrow.We came fr...
Not too impressive right now. But as of Friday evening, everything has been planted, and now we wait. The heirloom zucchini (Cocozelle di Napoli) grow almost perceptibly. Secondary leaves appeared ov...
So. About the book. I have muttered about it coyly a couple of times but now that the contract is signed I think its fair to explain the process and then to shut up about it until its release da...
At the Borough Hall Farmers Market this afternoon, sold by Kernan Farms, from New Jersey. The first one I tasted five minutes ago swept me right back to the stretch of road in the forest between Knys...
Experimenting with pad thai, also called pat thai. I miss The Elephant, on East 1st Street. They made wonderful pad thai. But at last, driven in desperation to make it myself, Ive landed up with the ...
The spotted trout lettuce seedlings are beginning to look spotted, but they dont look like trout, yet. On the left is the latest sowing of spicy mesclun mix (Botanical Interests). Th...
This is why I grow roses. For this moment. We have had days of roses. The two that I banished from the terrace - the ailing Pat Austin and Abraham Darby, sprang to life on the roof, just to show me. ...
The roses have opened, everywhere. The ones below are right across the street, in the strange, empty garden on the corner of Henry and Congress, where nobody ever sits, plays or does anything. ...
Magical milkweed. It really is. Our milkweed shoot supper is over at (the Food) blog.
There is a desanctified church on a street in Carroll Gardens, the next hood over, to the south of Cobble Hill, where we live. It has blue doors. In early spring, it has a pale pink weeping cherry tr...
For these few days, I forgive them anything, and everything.
Somewhere in Africa, fire was first cultivated. In South Africa braaing is a way of life, and involves not gas, but wood or charcoal. I am never quite as happy cooking as when I am dealing with hot c...
The New Dawn roses have begun to open - the flowers above sliding door are first, perhaps because the door is often open and warmer air leaves from the apartment?It is fast becoming a jungle.
This is what was inside the mystery packet. The assembled burger, before wrapping. Thats a chimichurri-ish sauce on top: parsley, garlic, lime, a little sugar.The Unwrapped. And yes, that is an Engli...
Can you guess what is in the packet? The ketchup on the table is a clue. The only time I ever eat ketchup. The knife is not necessary. More of a prop. I have always made these things this way. I migh...
The last Mob. Photo: Caitlin Nolan, editor of The Ditmas Park PatchThe Last Litter Mob took place yesterday in Prospect Park. You can read my post about it at Litter Mob Blog. And Frank posted h...
Spring progresses....in chive buds and pansies that threaten to bolt. And in roses that now hang heavily over the terr...
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