I forgot to mention that I was profiled recently on FoodCandy — go check it out. Feel free to join up and add me as a friend. And speaking of food, just returned from Time Out’s Eat Out event. For the first time, I didn’t take one picture of food, which was actually quite pleasant. But, for those of you who really need the food porn, here are last year’s pics.
Well, looks like there may be a candidate in the running for Sweet Blog o’ Mine Jackass of the Year. Made it all the way until October without one, though, which is a good thing. Stay tuned until December (and amuse yourself by reading last year’s stories), and enjoy these sunset pictures from the beach in the meantime.
So this weekend was the first time I busted out the fuzzy socks and had the urge to wear a scarf (haven’t busted that out yet). Then again, it’s cooler at the beach than it is back in the city. I’m too tired to post the rest of the pictures now, so this sunset will have to hold you over for the time being.
It’s 9:40 p.m. and I’ve got a hot date with my couch and some DVR recordings — I’m already in my p.j.’s. After seeing mom on Monday, heading to DC on Tuesday, a pro bono event, a spin class, drinks at the Russia House, dinner at Hank’s Oyster Bar, an 8 a.m. train back to NYC, a full day of work, and a welcome dinner for the new associates, I’m definitely couch-bound.
And what’s better to recover from a busy week than a weekend on Fire Island? Not much. Jimmy and I are going to re-create our dinner from Sunday night and there’s rumors of grilled pizza. I’m looking forward to a few runs and a few naps as well.
On a completely unrelated note, I had to give Derek some ribbing about his criteria for the perfect woman for him. My favorite? "
11. Prefers penises to va-jay-jay." I think I just enjoy his use of the term "va-jay-jay." Certainly one of the more colorful phrases out there, although I can think of plenty.
After going to the FoodCandy meetup and meeting some lovely new folks, I made myself a simple dinner before heading off to Stephanie’s birthday soiree Friday night. Due to the acoustics at the bar, however, it was a little hard to catch up with anyone or, more accurately, nobody could hear me. I have one of those voices that simply does not carry in a loud bar. On my way back home, I got a text message from Luke, and we were able to chat (quietly) over a glass of wine. Saturday, I was up early to head to Rhinebeck for Yael and Jonathan’s wedding, which was great fun — congrats again to both of you! The Lovely Miss Katie and I were both in attendance, as were my dad and Joan — I even convinced my dad to dance with me.
Finally, I spent yesterday relaxing before cooking yet another fantabulous meal with Jimmy. This time around we made a pumpkin and sage risotto topped with seared scallops and a sage and truffle butter. To go with we made oven roasted tomatoes with herbed breadcrumbs and parmesan cheese and roasted zucchini and onions. The grand finale was individual molten chocolate cakes with whipped cream (and the very last of my aged Havana Club rum).
I’ve been putting off writing about that meal all day because I’ve been fasting for Yom Kippur, but now I’m off to a breakfast, so I figured I handle it with less than 45 minutes to go until eating!
Between 7pm and when I went to bed last night, four different people asked me for directions. Very strange.
There’s no way I could have forgotten them since somebody took eighty gazillion pictures of them with my camera. Then again, I was sort of obsessed with the prizewinning produce myself. The pictures from Maine are up, including a bunch from the Common Ground Country Fair, an annual event hosted by the Maine Organic Farmers and Gardeners Association. Between that and reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma
Of Gourmet’s top 50 restaurants in the U.S., I’ve only eaten at four (and only two in New York): Per Se, Babbo, Fore Street, and Herbsaint. Guess I have some work to do . . .
You know the pace of your everyday life is a little hectic when you spend the majority of a weekend in Maine sleeping. Well, to be fair, it was a combination of sleeping, eating, and napping, with a few other things thrown in for good measure. And, of course, once I got home last night, I slept like crap, so now I’m back to my normal, sleep-deprived state. Sigh.
Since our previously scheduled trip to Maine was thwarted by a grand conspiracy between Mother Nature, Orbitz, and Continental Airlines, The Lovely Miss Katie and I are heading up tonight for the weekend (assuming all goes well). We hope to sleep late, eat lobster, go running, eat lobster, and, if weather permits, swim and kayak in the lake. And eat more lobster. Have a great weekend, all!
