Last month, I hired a contractor to retile my patio. It was a messy and costly job, but it’s looks great. It’s my new pride and joy. Today I got home and there was a thin layer of dirt covering all the new tiles and the patio furniture. The apartment above me is being remodeled and apparently workers were cutting cabinets for it and the shavings filtered down. I tweaked my back angrily cleaning up their mess. Breathe in. Breathe out. Just another day in the neighborhood.
Illustration by Silvia Carrus
I wait all year for cherry tomatoes. I’m patient and won’t buy them until the really sweet ones arrive in the market, and then they’re a fixture on my kitchen counter. For dinner on Sunday, I roasted them in a 300 degree for an hour and a half, having prepped them first with salt, pepper and drizzles of olive oil. I did this with confidence after reading in the wonderful cookbook by Dorie Greenspan, “don’t let having good tomatoes stop you from roasting them – the time in the oven only makes them better.” Indeed!
Photo by Emily Blincoe
Inspired by Julia Child, for my dinner party last night in honor of a friend’s birthday, I cooked decadent food. Mini cream puffs stuffed with goat cheese, a French pot roast with mashed potatoes and chocolate lava cake for dessert. The guests seemed satisfied. Every once in awhile, you just have to go for it.
Secret Pleasure by Boyoun Kim
Julia Child, one of my goddesses, would’ve been 102 today. While prepping for a dinner party this Sunday, it’s good to be reminded of her no-nonsense advice:
The young hostess should be advised never to say anything about what she serves, in the way of ‘Oh, I don’t know how to cook, and this may be awful,’ or ‘poor little me,’ or ‘this didn’t turn out’…etc.etc. It is so dreadful to have to reassure one’s hostess that everything is delicious, whether or not it is. I make it a rule, no matter what happens, never to say one word, though it kills me. Maybe the cat has fallen in the stew, or I have put the lettuce out the window and it has frozen, or the meat is not quite done…Grit one’s teeth and smile.
At times, I catch a glimpse of my face reflected in my iPhone and I look so grumpy. It’s frightening. Maybe it’s just the angle making my features droop. In any case, it’s a wake up call to smile more.
Masks made from toilet paper rolls by Junior Fritz Jacquet
This is the entire text of the story Housekeeping Observation by Lydia Davis.
“I used to think the worst thing in life is to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.” - Robin Williams, 1952 – 2014