In New York, New York, just like in Italy, Spain, and France, the twenty-forth of June is upon us. It is the time of the year in which humans interject nature, as they often do. Throughout the history of mankind, we have been observing our environment, and, in various instances — instead of taking the… Continue reading Green Walnut — with San Giovanni, Saint-Jean, and Sant Joan, it is Nocino, Vin de Noix, and Ratafia — in New York it is my way
Love is like the simple bite of an exquisite something in the palate,and the exquisite state generated by the presence of a pleasing taste complexity in the palate is like love—- the sense of need dissipates.
a beautiful lettuce head awaitsan avocado awaits imagined raw white asparagus with olive oilthought of colors: purple, green, whiteimagined the view on a plate where the colors and shapes are clearly denoted by sectionsthough I extremely seldom make sauces and dressings, I dressing seemed needed, wantedblue cheese, olive oil, scallions, and small prosciutto chunks —… Continue reading Some thoughts develop quickly into a sudden story