First Person Singular by Wendy Braitman

End of Week, End of Summer Zen

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Grab Tomatoes While You Can

Tomato season is short. I’m talking about good tomatoes, that are really worth eating. I gorge myself on them during the summer months, so when they’ve disappeared from the market, I’m pretty well sated. I love sweet 100’s, which are the tiniest and sweetest tomatoes you can find. For a favorite, quickie dinner, I cut them in half, macerate them for 10 minutes or so, in olive oil and shallots, and pour the mixture over tortellini (from a package that takes 3 minutes to cook). Shave Reggiano parmesan over everything, and you’ll have a perfect late summer meal.

Image: Tatsuro Kiuchi

In the Company of Dog

Image: Last One Standing by Dadu Shin

Can Sexy Shoes Get You a Date?

In San Francisco this weekend, at my favorite designer boutique, I spotted amazing ankle boots, one pair left, which happened to fit perfectly. I turned to my married friend, who is chic, yet practical, and said, “I could get laid with these.” She quickly replied, “then get them.” Buying a condo has put a huge dent in my clothing (and accessories) budget, but I sure am tempted.

Martin Margiela ankle boot, fall 2011 collection

Be Here Now

Image: Stefan Sagmeister

Remembrance

Image: Ground Zero by Ellsworth Kelly, 2003. At MOMA PS1 through January 9.

Getting On a Plane

Image: Anthony Burrill

Whatever It Takes

Back to the Urban Grind

I spent Labor Day weekend, blissed out at a friend’s home in Montecito, an opulent community of Santa Barbara. Oprah has an estate there, and Kim Kardashian just got married down the street. We soaked in a hot tub in the moonlight, ran the dogs on the beach, and ate local bounty on the veranda overlooking a eucalyptus grove. Even with all the beauty and luxury, it was good to get back to the noise of city life.

Image: Lou Ros

Good News and Bad News About Being Single

I find this rant by the fabulous Louis C.K. oddly reassuring. And just the other day, I griped to a friend about not having enough sunlight in my apartment. Who knew I was such a cliché?!