August 14, 2013
Sunset over Manhattan Valley.
(Substantive writing coming soon.)
July 7, 2013
A lot of times in the summer, the heat makes me too lethargic to eat, or at least to do the work required to eat, much more than cereal with blueberries. (And I go through blueberries like I’ll never see them again in the summertime.) But tonight I was feeling a little creative and decided to make up a real meal.
This is actually only a slight variation on a sauce I’ve made before, and the thing I like about it is that it’s hard to overcook. You probably could…but I haven’t managed yet.
About 1/3 stick of butter
About 1/4 cup heavy cream
About 1/3 cup white wine (I used Chardonnay, because that’s what Whole Foods had for $2.99 a bottle.)
3-4 baby bella mushrooms, sliced
Half of 1 large shallot, sliced
Pinch of cardamom
Dash of salt
A few leaves of fresh basil
Melt the butter slowly over low heat and add the shallots. Cook till softening and fragrant, and add the mushrooms, and cook they’re soft and fragrant, too. Add wine, stir it well into the butter, and one or two of the basil leaves, and cook till they’re wilted.
Add the cream, stir well into the winey butteriness, and cook and stir gently until it’s thick and bubbly. Add a pinch of cardamom, just a dash of salt, and as much black pepper as you want. (I like black pepper…a lot.)
(This is also where I stirred in about a tablespoon of flour to get it to thicken up a bit.)
I poured it over a pork chop and halved zucchini that I had grilled on our grill pan, and garnished with the remainder of the basil leaves.
And then I sat down to start watching Community…only to find that it is not available on Netflix instant. Bad planning on my part. But the saucey pork chop was just as good with Supernatural. I have leftover wine and cream, and am contemplating something similar but involving walnuts and berries later this week….
May 30, 2013
I got to do a little hiking this past weekend. This is Bear Creek Mountain, in Walton, NY.
August 13, 2011
Baby turtles. That is all.
July 26, 2011
The High Line’s second section is open! I visited recently and joined enthusiastic throngs of amateur photographers on a cobalt blue summer day.
This is the view towards 10th Avenue from a garden two stories off the ground. The High Line is one of our newest parks, constructed on top of an elevated train trestle along the far west side that had been abandoned for many years. Preservationists lobbied for years to have it refurbished as a park rather than demolished.
I love it for the unexpected view it gives of the city, and for the horticultural ingenuity it demonstrates, how people will try to grow stuff pretty much anywhere in this city.
The High Line is a fascinating testament to the endless adaptability and resourcefulness of everything and every creature in this place.
July 16, 2011
This is my ward for the past two weeks, Patches. We play a lot of frisbee, which he’ll bring and drop at my feet to notify me when, in his opinion, I’ve been reading for too long. (I love his mismatched eyes, which are a common trait in his breed.)
Watching the moon set from the front porch. I can never see the moon anymore without reciting the mnemonic “C for Christos, D for Dios,” from The Lacuna, to tell whether the moon is waxing or waning. (If the curved side of the moon makes a ‘D,’ it’s being born, like God. If it makes a ‘C,’ it’s dying, like Christ.)
I had not realized how much I really needed this almost total break from the world until it happened. On Tuesday I’m back to the city and back to work.