2007 heralded in the brightest in vegan and vegetarian cuisine. And then 2008 rolled around. All of a sudden welcome back poultry, meat, succulent porcine by-products. It was the worst of times. The David Burke at Bloomingdales menu offered too many enticing choices. What is a girl to do on a cold New York evening?… Continue reading New York: A Tale of Two Dinners
New York Revelries- a March Installment
Yesterday seemed doomed to go down in history for our heroine as the longest day (conceded by the morning gobbling up one precious hour in favor of Sunday coming sooner that it ought). It could have been waking up at five a.m. but really that’s almost a monthly ritual. Perhaps it had something to do… Continue reading New York Revelries- a March Installment
Toronto Revelries: an Installment
Our heroine flew with congestion-filled head and chest to the oh-so cold city of Toronto last Friday. She touched down to find herself in the middle of a blizzard and doomed to wait in an hour long taxi line. But have no fear, a nice man from Abu Dhabi offered to share his cab with… Continue reading Toronto Revelries: an Installment
How to open a restaurant: Orson
DATELINE: San Francisco, Monday, February 25 The masterminds behind Citizen Cake and Citizen Cupcake have struck gold again. A marble bar with a Japanese light fixture hanging aloft dominates the main room in Orson, drawing in the crowds for the necessary swill that tastes oh-so nice at anything E. Falkner-related, in this case a Celery… Continue reading How to open a restaurant: Orson
A question or two or more: a post of questions
When the SPCA rounds up 143 million pounds of beef because the cows were “inhumanely treated” (read: couldn’t walk and had to be prodded with a forklift toward the slaughterhouse), what happens to all that meat? And more importantly, did those cows live and die in vain? When does accountability make its way into the… Continue reading A question or two or more: a post of questions
Lying among leaves of grass with the Rabbi
As one who believes in equality for all men and women (but knowing that opportunity does not present itself equally for all), I embrace Walt Whitman’s imperative of equality in “Song of Myself”. Any disparaging mumbles or mind mutters I’ve ever made in his direction I rescind. He speaks about a prostitute: “The prostitute draggles… Continue reading Lying among leaves of grass with the Rabbi
Quotable: Rios
“We carry so many people and places and experiences inside us I’m always amazed we can keep moving forward. Our minds are so full of so much, and inside there everything is so vivid, so alive, so meaningful. I suppose, in some fashion, this is a question many philosophers have dealt with for many centuries,… Continue reading Quotable: Rios
The convergence of despair and delight
Today, holed up in a chocolate cafe, in equal parts I watch the people walk by the large panoramic window and reflect on a poem by Borges. Some weeks push the envelope… last week my sweet N. went under the knife for a double mastectomy and D. unexpectedly had a stroke Sunday evening. While both… Continue reading The convergence of despair and delight
New York Revelries: An Installment
In a madcap adventure set in New York, our heroine zips through subways and jaunts on the Upper East Side back down to Midtown. Here, she hails cabs and can elbow along the sidewalk with the best of them, mittens on hand, ear-flapped hat on head. She meanders to the 92 St. Y for an… Continue reading New York Revelries: An Installment
Quotable: Borges
“I believe that books will never disappear. It is impossible that that will happen. Among the many inventions of man, the book without a doubt is the most astounding: all the others are extensions of our bodies. The telephone, for example, is the extension of our voice; the telescope and the microscope are extensions of… Continue reading Quotable: Borges
A Sunday detour with Jackson Pollock
The sky has been warning it will rain again and this evening the fog is like a warning or a punctuation mark that the space heater will be on tonight. Instead of attending a fabulous potluck with Italian Wedding soup in hand, I was given the gift of several hours of uninterrupted brain space to… Continue reading A Sunday detour with Jackson Pollock
A dash of cayenne and whimsy
There was a spell of two weeks where I got an insider’s perspective of me in 40 years. An example might include me walking to a cabinet across the room and by the time I had reached it, had absolutely forgotten the important thing I needed to fetch. Mix in a bout of indecision and… Continue reading A dash of cayenne and whimsy