Sunday, April 7, 2013
Last night's salad - burrata and pickled beets and the earliest, most tooth-curling sorrel from the roof...
We will be oot and aboot today, in Canadian English. Vince doesn't actually sound like that when he speaks (which is not often, actually - but I always did like silence, and people who talk without pause disconcert and intrigue me).
Our sandwiches are packed, our Metrocards charged, and, if we're lucky, the sky will be blue. We are Pelham Bay-bound, and will walk at the edges of the Long Island Sound by early afternoon.
Posted by Marie at 11:14 AM