We're up in the Catskills now in a friend's bungalow. Sullivan County is farmland, and I followed my friend Nicole's half-remembered advice (by me-- a lot of wine that night she told me about it) to a stunning farm stand. The purple cabbage almost sent me into fits. (The price, too, but that was another kind of fit). It was this deep, lusciously ultra-saturated purple.
We got eggs there, a beautiful variety of brown, speckled and bluish eggs. The eggs scrambled up so beautifully-- a deep orange color that shocked even my kids. The scrambled eggs were delicious, with homemade whole wheat bread, sliced local peaches, and coffee. Okay, the coffee wasn't local and neither was the raspberry jam. But I was still in hog heaven eating this beautiful summery farm country breakfast.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
On these sultry days there is almost nothing better than Vietnamese food, which not even counting the extreme air-conditioning, was made for hot humid weather.
We went down to Nha Trang Palace in the Brooklyn's Chinatown the other day, for a fix of summer rolls, spring rolls, bun cha (those great platters of vermicelli noodles with some kind of meat or shrimp, basil and mint, and lettuce leaves) and one of my all-time favorites, pho. AND Vietnamese coffee. A perfect summer meal.