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You just go on your nerve. If someone’s chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don’t turn around and shout, “Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep.”
     That’s for the writing poems part.

-Frank O’Hara, Personism: A Manifesto

It’s for the cooking part, too.

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Recipes found here are flavored, mostly, by seasons. Particularly the way seasons move in New York City, from market to market. Quickly.

It is now summer, and I think it’s safe to say that tomatoes are taking over, as they very well should. Also spotted are things big and small, like fairytale eggplants, 2-inch cauliflowers, every herb and green and color under the sun. There’s a joy found in me in all these small, but significant details. And each day a joy is expressed as one beautiful ingredient comes and goes at the farmers market. You’ll miss the wonderfully dirty ramps of spring, but will certainly say hello to summer’s abundance.

I hope each recipe shared with you here expresses this day-to-day, market-to-market, market-to-table, joy.