When I first looked at this image from Sarah Illenberger, I had an immediate reaction as to what it meant. Seeing it again, I’m not so sure. What’s your read?
For years, I’ve owned a small hand grater that I use mostly for parmesan cheese, but also when I need zested lemon or a pinch of nutmeg. The grater is so gnarled. Recently, I replaced it, except the new one doesn’t work nearly as well, and I find myself reaching again and again for my beat up old gadget. What’s your favorite retro tool?
Ceramic artwork by Katharine Morling
It’s no coincidence that the overlapping holidays of Passover and Easter with their message of hope and rebirth arrive at a time of year that mirrors the metaphor. Here in L.A, the coming of spring may not elicit the same palpable thrill as in wintrier climates, but it’s still inspiring to soak in all the light. Are you feeling it yet?
Image from newyorkshitty
Such magnificence. Next book, rereading 100 Years of Solitude.
Drizzling chocolate was a last minute improvisation as a way to hide imperfections. We’ll see what the Seder crowd says.
For the first time ever, I’m going to a restaurant for Passover. The group with whom I usually celebrate the holiday are away, and though I could’ve orphaned myself out, I decided to try something new. I heard about a wonderful eatery in Los Angeles that does a special Passover meal, and thought this could be a fun adventure. I’ll be sitting at the bar with a friend. I’m giddy about it. Menu below:
Passover Seder 5774
Matzo Ball Soup, lemongrass broth, spring vegetables
Asparagus and Spring Radish Salad with hard cooked egg
Main Course, Choice of:
Jar’s Signature Pot Roast carrot, caramelized onions, fingerling potatoes
Sautéed Alaskan Halibut fava, scallion, horseradish mashed potatoes
Chocolate Eminence and Lemon Cheese Cake
Photo by Ghislain Amar
Last night, I visited with a large extended family who had just lost their beloved 98 year-old relative. It was a poignant gathering of people telling stories about an amazing woman. For a moment I wondered, who will tell my story? And then I went home and had a martini.
Artwork by Anatol Knotek