[Last night, Spetses, August 2007.]
… Greece, and the Mediterranean, slipping into a sea as still as glass and as warm as bathwater, impossibly clear. Drinking beer at a little cafe near the sea wall with my friend come over from Jerusalem for a long weekend, talking about things large and small. Riding bikes [...]

Every so often you need a weekend of doing nothing. You need to eat cookies and drink cold lemonade for hours in the backyard with your book (in my case “The Other Boleyn Girl,” continuing my mild Tudors obsession), getting a little bit of a suntan and coaxing the cat to come play (he [...]

Whew. That was a time.
I feel like I need to eat strictly vegetables and fruit for the next week to make up for all the — delicious — cheese and pasta I consumed over the past wedding weekend. I’ve missed kiwis. And cauliflower.
I haven’t spent much time in the south (this past [...]

I am probably going to lose my vegan cred here, but this weekend I made a cake that was so buttery, so sour-creamy and full of melted milk chocolate that it made me rethink my whole approach to cakes. Specifically: in the future, they must be light and moist at the same time, [...]

[Guinness chocolate cake, with Guinness, March 2008.]
Otherwise known as “amateur night” by certain parties, St. Patrick’s Day to me is soda bread, Altan, Joyce’s Ulysses, which I attempt to battle through every few years or so (it never quite works; I think I need an explanatory text alongside), and — of course — Guinness.
Ages ago [...]