With March approaching quickly and the looming prospect of my visa not being extended, my next best option is marriage.
New York is full of men, so I am doing my best to narrow potential husbands into categories.
1. Professional athlete- I like beer and sports, so why not combine the two?
2. Chef/Cook/Food critic. I love food and living with someone who cooks for a living/gets paid to eat for a living would be a dream (I would then also need to have an affair with a personal trainer at some point).
3. A movie star. It’s New York and I work for CHANEL so this would be completing the dream.
4. A total stranger in fancy dress. He’s reading, enjoying the sun and wearing a vintage sailor uniform. Enough said.
5. Someone with the last name ‘Martini’… Maxine Martini. I could live pool side for the rest of my life.
I owe an apology to a certain fruit- figs. How could i ever have forgotten about you! I do apologise! I love you in every form, fresh, dried, baked, poached and caramalised. I don’t even mind that you make me look pregnant when I buy a packet of you dried when I’m really hungry and end up eating the majority of you.
I think I had figs on the brain after reading this lovely article entitled ‘Thirteen Ways with Figs’ on the gastronomista blog last night.
Figs, you are especially delicious in my salad tonight which also contains; poached chicken, fried eggplant, caramlised red onion, burnt figs, roasted sunflower seeds, rocket and cucumber. Delicious on a not-so-balmy New York spring time evening, and you go surprisingly well with whiskey (the only booze I have in the house and I can’t really be bothered leaving) so, for tonight, whiskey will do, and I’m not complaining.
I’ve been feeling a bit rubbish today. Very rubbish. I had a terrible sleep last night, the one where you wake up every hour and never feel that you properly get to sleep and just generally feeling pretty average.. so when I woke up at half 5 this morning I decided to get up and go for a run. I listened to another ‘Food Seen’ podcast from my new favourite friends at Heritage Radio- this time with British Jelly pioneers or ‘Jellymongers’ Bompas & Parr. And I fell in love, yet again. God dam those british accents get me every time! And not to mention their very witty sense of humour… I spent most of my run in a constant giggle. I did record a little caption of it, but cannot for the life of me figure out how to upload an .m4a file to wordpress. So if you want to hear it, go to the Heritage Radio Network podcast’s and download episode 49, and scroll fast-forward the 40 min mark.. or just listen to the whole thing. You won’t regret it. Please excuse my untechsaviness.
Today, feeling a bit fragile and sleepy, after meeting a friend for brunch I came home and did something VERY out of character for me. I watched a film during the day. Yes I did get up a couple of times to make tea, check emails and walk around but I watched a film during the day, and you know what.. . I didn’t even feel bad about it! It was a ‘food’ film I’d been meaning to see for years; Like Water for Chocolate. I adored it and was crying like a big girl by the end of it!
I almost died today. Chloe Sevigny walked into the same little bookstore as me on Bond St and I immediately cursed myself for looking particularly underwhelming today (Lady Danger lipstick excluded). And let me say she is equally if not better looking in person. Dam I want to be you, or a least your best friend so I can borrow your clothes.
Tonight I’m having a night in, going to drink at least 3 glasses of whiskey, watch Mostly Martha and get a goods nights sleep before tomorrow’s potluckslideshow event, The Beautiful Bountiful Brooklyn Tasting Hour. I’m very, very, very excited about this and am teaming up with a new found chef friend to create a tasting plate to contribute to the ‘pot luck’ side of the event. We are still finalising our exact dish, so stay tuned for photos, tasting reviews and hopefully a whole new bunch of food fanatic friends.