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.
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.