1. Went to Epicerie Boulud early this morning (while J. was having quality father-daughter time with M.) and read my library book outside with a latte and pain au chocolat. Gorgeous weather this morning--foggy and cool. NEVER HAPPENS IN MID-JULY IN NEW YORK. It was blissful. (Except for the pain au chocolat, which was a little rubbery; frankly, Whole Foods's are better.)
2. Ate two bites of a nondescript salad while in the park with friends (and ran into Sandra, Colin, and Gomez!). It's still sitting in the fridge. It's one of those things I think I'll use for parts--chicken, tomatoes, etc.
3. Made lemon chicken for lunch tomorrow. Chilling in the fridge. Also on the menu: salad, baguette, cheese. To get: white wine. Sunday lunch: stick a fork in it; it's done.
4. For dinner, tried to recreate an appetizer we had a few weeks ago: toasted baguette slices topped with chive ricotta and a few lines of balsamic vinaigrette, with prosciutto (ok, rosemary ham, in our version). Only so-so with ham, I'm sad to report.
5. Wanted to buy everything at our corner farmer's market this morning. Settled for just carrots. Asked the farmer if anything can be done with the tops. (Silly me.) Not really, he says. Some guy behind me pipes up, "Unless you're a rabbit!" This is the farmer we buy produce from. Interesting to read about the Claremont Market in the Bronx--very different from the one on 57th and 9th.
6. I have not yet been successfully trained to put summer fruits in pie. All I want to do is eat them fresh. Anyone else like this? I'll happily buy a tiny pie, or a slice of pie (but not half a pie for $8; Whole Foods, I'm looking at you), but I have no innate desire to make fruit pie. That gene must have skipped me...
2. Ate two bites of a nondescript salad while in the park with friends (and ran into Sandra, Colin, and Gomez!). It's still sitting in the fridge. It's one of those things I think I'll use for parts--chicken, tomatoes, etc.
3. Made lemon chicken for lunch tomorrow. Chilling in the fridge. Also on the menu: salad, baguette, cheese. To get: white wine. Sunday lunch: stick a fork in it; it's done.
4. For dinner, tried to recreate an appetizer we had a few weeks ago: toasted baguette slices topped with chive ricotta and a few lines of balsamic vinaigrette, with prosciutto (ok, rosemary ham, in our version). Only so-so with ham, I'm sad to report.
5. Wanted to buy everything at our corner farmer's market this morning. Settled for just carrots. Asked the farmer if anything can be done with the tops. (Silly me.) Not really, he says. Some guy behind me pipes up, "Unless you're a rabbit!" This is the farmer we buy produce from. Interesting to read about the Claremont Market in the Bronx--very different from the one on 57th and 9th.
6. I have not yet been successfully trained to put summer fruits in pie. All I want to do is eat them fresh. Anyone else like this? I'll happily buy a tiny pie, or a slice of pie (but not half a pie for $8; Whole Foods, I'm looking at you), but I have no innate desire to make fruit pie. That gene must have skipped me...