(Aug 27) Summer is nearly over.
It is already time to renew my driver’s license.
The present is different from the past
But you can’t go back to the past
(August 15) I met Tony at the Union Square farmer’s market to look at tomatoes. The mission was specifically about tomatoes, but also any other sort of business built around nature’s bounties.
There were a fair amount of tomatoes here, but none you’d call a bargain.
Other ideas came to mind as well.
I’d been thinking about this myself.
This seemed out of place somehow.
On sight, I thought “That’s gotta be a Gehry”, and indeed it is. I was unaware of either the building or who IAC was. Sorry Barry.
Looking out across the Hudson River
Functional public art. Have a seat next to Tony.
With Adam in town for a rare visit, we went out to dinner at Sala 19.
Larry knows Tony knows food.
And that every word Tony tells you is absolutely true.
It was discovered that bacon defeats vegetarianism.
Lunar New Year! I should get pictures in Chinatown…
I’ve never paid any attention to this before.
(October 10) Having avoided them for fear of death from age eight until last year, Tony has developed quite a thing for the apple since discovering they don’t trigger his food allergies. With that in mind, we set out on a quest for pommes.
According to Tony, you’re looking at the only espresso on the east coast worth drinking.
After a false start, we found apples to pick from trees (and not baskets).
The more I look at these photos, the more they remind me of my childhood.
Of course the wild apples of my childhood weren’t fit to eat, but they looked vaguely similar.
Apples everywhere. Despite the brisk business, it’s hard to believe they make enough now for the year.
Tony’s so happy he almost exploded.
It’s quite a view to have from your backyard.
All I could think was “Who is Peg Leg Bates?
This pothole took out the mighty Volvo.
Tony was just relieved no apples were harmed, though two tires were blown out.
Hah hah hah. The hook up, eh? Not quite what springs to mind.
(August 28) I no longer remember why Tony and I were even talking that night, but when I told him it was “cooking night” here at the ranch, he said he wanted to see proof that I cook. I’m still going to be eating stew tomorrow.
Grilled chicken with “baja citrus” marinade
Sauteed mushrooms in butter and brandy
Mashed potatoes with bacon and cheddar