(mostly in terms of things I put in my mouth, as always)
dinner lights at bobby flay’s latest experiment.
the evening moon.
oh man. brooklyn dinner parties.
special chef-made fish ‘n’ chips. his kitchen staff was jealous that i got my meal before them, and i grinned and said, “if you had a vagina maybe he would serve you first.” so they all gathered around and ate all of mine. serves me right.
new art-and-coffeehouse concept on the lower east side. experienced Soundwall, pretty cool.
did my part. washed the chinese basil as he made tea. “if i’m making tea for a Chinese-American, I better do it right.”
he grimaces every time, because he never makes it right. but i still love it.
homemade pho in the making…
and all i’m good for is stirring noodles.
Yeah well, and eating it.
star anise in my bourbon mulled cider on the first day it snowed.
i even attempted breakfast.
and he brought me a slice from the pie that they prepared just in case i was coming over for Christmas. just the right kind. just in case.