Been cooking with new ingredients. First time with tumeric. I will post the recipe, but this was too pretty to wait on …
I made myself cook all last weekend because I’ve been wasting money AGAIN on seamlessweb and take out lunches. What do you suppose I made with these guys:
Well it’s just sort of rude if she gets all dressed up and we don’t take her picture, no?
These guys are so light and delicate it’s like they’re little princess flowers. They’re fragile, sensitive, sort of cold, but so deliciously pretty. Tiny pretty little princess flowers.
Click on the first image and enjoy NYC in Spring renewal. Allergies are going nuts, but the smell is blissful.
Spring decided to bust out all over NYC today. Delicate and beautiful, fresh and full of anticipation. New buds, sweet blossoms, so much promise for what’s ahead.
Last Friday I dined on delicious fried bologna and onion courtesy of my father, the bologna chef:
This Friday I dined on Meat Butter AKA bone marrow courtesy of Burger and Barrel:
There are no class lines in my meat world.
I was walking home at night and my eyes suck. I can’t see shit, everything is blurry. In the dark I might as well walk around with chain mail on my face. I approached the crotch of 7th and Greenwich Avenue and my eyes were fed with sparkles that went from warm red orange to blue as NYC blew by in yellow cabs, black slick Escalades, and a sqoinky Fiat or two. It was the chain link fence of Tiles For America and all of New York lit each tile up in stoplight powered surges. It was beautiful. I stood and shot and cursed as giraffe legged girls teetered into my shot. They, and the group of drunk Blutos broslapping the burritos out of each other, did not thwart my efforts. This was one shot of many that I am a little in love with.