Sunday, October 9, 2011

Weekend breakfasts


On Fridays I buy a bottle of Ronnybrook full cream milk (stocked by Key Food, hooray!!!). It's a real bottle: thick, sturdy glass that lands on the counter with a clunk. When you pop the cap off there is a layer of cream just beneath it. Just like the old days, when I was little, and the milk was delivered to all the houses in the street by a three-wheeler electric van; a rising and falling v-v-v-v-v-v-v-V-V-V-v-v-v, like a musical sewing machine.

You'd press the foil cap in with your thumb to break the seal and then lift it off, and stick your finger into the top of the milk, drawing it out white.

So, this milk is a weekend treat. The rest of the week it is what the cat would refer to as lowfat kaka sheet. I don't mind it at all, though, and even le chat noir has got used to it. Needs must. And that is a carton of Organic Valley or Stonyfield - no more Horizon after we learned more about them, tsk. But it's not stuff you want to drink for pleasure.

I drink milk every day, in my morning espresso, and so I want it to be organic - not just for the cows' sakes, but for mine. Which begs the question. Is Ronnybrook organic?

Technically, no. And they explain themselves in this link, which I found useful. What appeals most about them is that they farm in the Hudson Valley, so they are upstream. And then the milk tastes like milk. Good. On that subject, here's an interesting taste-test of various local milks - the comments at the end are interesting.

And the weekend coffee is utterly delicious - milky, creamy, a perfect foil for some boiled eggs, toast and melted butter drizzled over the top. With some snippings of terrace chives.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Did Bloomberg start Occupy Wall Street?

Has there been any discussion or analysis of the connection between Mayor Bloomberg's September 16th remarks where he said that there would be "riots in the streets" if Washington did not start generating jobs, and the beginning of the Wall Street protests?

Hardly a coincidence, don't you think, that Occupy Wall Street materialised soon after*?

Were the billioniare's words the pebble tossed in the lake? They were widely disseminated. From the New York Times to an angling forum.

I heard them on WNYC, and remember pricking up my ears.

New York Post
New York Times
Daily Mail
Tea Party.org
Stripers online

Just wondering...

Ironic that now he complains  that protesters are taking people's jobs away. Make up your mind, Sir.

* Actually, the next day. Maybe Mayor Mike had intel.

Clarity


The blue, seamless days we have been waiting for have arrived.


The air crackles with this clarity.


The fall Icebergs have opened.


And every day now the geese pass, southerning.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Le Chat Noir


Well, so much for the weekend away, and foraging and cooking and pictures.

We are still here. If you want to know why, you'll have to read the cat's blog. If you didn't know the cat had  a blog, yes, we're nuts, and it was nice knowing you. It actually predates this one; he gave me the idea.

Foraging weekend

October 2010

First I and then the Frenchie will head into Pennsylvania this weekend, to stay with our friends Ellen and Michael in their house in the whispering woods. It will be a good break from the city; one never really realizes that until night falls, supper has been eaten, showers have been taken, teeth brushed and the covers turned back in the guest bedroom.

You lie down and...

Silence.

Black, humming silence.

Ellen making pear wine

I'll be Ellen's assistant as she works on a foraging project that requires cooking for a shoot (by this man, whose images are beautiful) and then maybe we'll have time to sip some wine...

Ellen's wine

And to look for things. Like mushrooms...

Horn of Plenty, in the moss lawn

But we hear good things in New York too, you know. All of last night and this morning geese have been flying in V's high above us, honking, heading south. It is one of my favourite sounds in the world.


Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Fall kale


The best performers on the roof are the dwarf kale (front of basket), followed by the Italian kale, and then the Red Streak mustard greens. Ailing right now are the red mustard and wild arugula, and this is because they are in the narrow troughs, whose drainage is not as good as the big pots. Something to bear in mind. I should have added more holes; they are sitting wet and they don't like it one little bit.  The Frilly mustard should be called hirsute mustard - it's full of prickly fuzz. Not fun on the tongue. I'll sow another kale crop. Oh, and the peas are wonderful, I keep cutting the tips off and eating the shoots as salad.

Very slow - the broccoli raab, still tiny, the onions,  and the parsnips. Very curious to see if the latter will make it through winter.

Now off to the Cobble Hill Animal Clinic with the cat. I dread vet trips. He has been drinking far too much water. My furry friend, I love him so.

Fall on Henry Street


Last night in bed, without the packed-away comforter, I was cold. I wore a light canvas coat today. I thought about looking for my sweaters. My favourite is a thick cable knit cream cashmere turtle neck, peppered with moth holes, and about eight years old, now. I'd like a new one. I'd like to keep all my favourite clothes, forever. Anyone know anyone who knits custom order turtle necks? Must be cashmere. Wool makes me want to scratch my skin off.

All of which is an introduction to the Henry Street chrysanthemums. They are here. So it must be fall.