Tuesday, August 30, 2011

tomato sorting

 

I'm still harvesting a handful or two of cherry tomatoes each week. Here we have the almost-ripe, and the ready-to-eat. Lovely little bowls courtesy of my friend, Ann.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

summer in the city

Another lighted city. An always-lighted city. How would you describe New York? I visited the City (as we called it in Connecticut) regularly growing up -- striding deliberately down Fifth Avenue, gaping at the Plaza's extravagance, clapping at Broadway shows, and gazing at the view from the South Tower of the World Trade Center. My mother took me and my sister, in turn, to find our wedding dresses.

Last weekend marked my first visit with my husband, and I saw the City with fresh eyes (and sore feet). We explored more neighborhoods than I had before, venturing into Brooklyn and touring the tenement museum on the Lower East Side. We enjoyed a mix of take-out lunches and fine dining, local ale and French wine. Here are some of my favorite photos -- our attempts to capture New York's je ne sais quoi.



The sculptural trees of Bryant Park. Next to the New York Public Library, a great place for people watching and sandwich munching.


Fresh juice at Union Square Greenmarket. We carried a giant bottle of grape-apple around with us all afternoon.


The Flatiron Building. Our view during Friday lunch, below.


Gourmet pizza and fresh mozzarella from Eataly, Mario Batali's epic Italian food emporium. I became so overwhelmed that I just stood by the door while Wes fetched the olive bread.


The roofs of New York ... as seen from the Empire State Building.


Waves of cobblestones at St. Mark's in the Bowery.


Sesame pancake and fresh (but still fried!) pork dumplings in Chinatown.


Enjoying an indie coffee break at Oslo in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.


The cheese plate at Rye, also in Williamsburg. I had lovely spring pea ravioli and Wes enjoyed duck with couscous and chutney. This place was elegant but not pretentious -- a perfect Saturday night setting for weary walkers.


We rode the Staten Island Ferry on a foggy, damp Sunday morning. It afforded views of Manhattan, the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Brooklyn, and ... don't leave it out ... New Jersey.


The city's newest park, The High Line. We walked 16 blocks on this elevated park after a few New York friends recommended it. Can you see why?