A Gastronomic Potpourri 

Pasta and Pizza.

Bagel with schmears.

The best bec n biscuit we’ve tasted in years.

Eggplant Caponata with prosciutto’s a pair.

Fava beans are marinated with Rosemary and Sage. 

Soaking in flavors with love as they’re aged.

Try a ricotta cheese ball, add a garlic bread loaf.

        This winning combo undoubtedly takes the troph.

Choose 3 of a kind or a plate filled with five.

With Italian wedding soup simmering and shrimps served with eyes. 

Go ahead and sample, bring your taste buds alive.

The 15 bite hot dog is a site to behold.

The Brooklyn’s baked mac and cheese never grows old.

 Sip a bellini -add some peach schnapps (who knew.)

Consummate Italian food, hailed

Fireman-the quintessential Bronx Jew.

Try sushi from Red Eye.

    A fried artichoke or 3.

The chilean sea bass the best from the sea.

Now for the back tooth that begs for some sweets.

A Tartufo creation you won’t find on the streets. 

Cookies and cheesecake wake the taste buds so strong.

In a booth along the wall is where you be belong.

      They lead with hospitality it goes without saying.

      The experience in one of Shelly’s stores, will have you on the ground praying. 

Matzoh on The Shelves

Twas the night before Pesach and all through the house.
The smell of the brisket,
Added water to our mouth.
The chicken soup was simmering.
To a boil it was brought.
Our liberation from slavery.
From which we were fraught.
With water turning to blood,
Frogs, lice and flies.
Livestock and locusts.
No firstborns survived.
The Bible unveils,
With g-d on our side.
Letting the Israelites leave Egypt.
The Gates opened wide.
Now Asher, now Sadie, now Evelyn,
Now Moe.
On Manny, on Gertie on Sarah, on Joe.
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall.
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.
The children were ready to ask the four kashes.
Ma nishtan halailah hazeh mikol haleilot?
The questions all answered, the food was dipped twice.
No one was naughty, tonight just be nice.
And mamma in her kerchief and papa in his cap.
The dishes all done, they’re ready for a nap.
The afikoman was eaten.
Sugar plums danced in our heads.
Our inalienable rights.
Erased all the dread.
Chag Pesach Sameach one and all.

Tim Walz portrays the Zeitgeist of the moment.
It’s as if he fell out of a tree.
A real “who knew” from Minnesota.
Enter the Land of the Brave because of the Free.
His agenda is nothing but hidden.
He wears his feelings on his blue collar sleeve.

Just when we needed a panacea.
He threw us a life line to retrieve.
He certainly comes across Jolly.
A recipe suggests a life well lived.
He’s traveled life’s path with his Gwen.
Grabbing moments with their two beloved kids.

With a glimpse of Grover’s Corners.
An ode to a simplistic small town life.
With energy he’ll hit the ground running.
Dukes up for the conflict and strife.

Go get ‘em with your moxie and determination.
Bring along your hammer and nails.
Our country cries from chaotic disrepair.
Refreshing and hopeful, stalwart and principled.
We welcome his breath of fresh air.
His charisma adds a welcomed new view.
Now the hard work to get the votes swaying.
With Mazel to turn your Sunny Blue.

What a ride. You got this Strong. Bh

Grandpa is turning 80Won

Before the Parade Passes By-


School Days, School Days, dear old Golden rule days! Reading and writing and rithmetic. Unquote.
In Wonder Women fashion we wonder how summertime flies by so much more quickly than ever before.
Our campers are coming home next week after 6 (yup!) weeks of camp. It feels as if cantaloupe filled with cottage cheese and iced coffee season(shout out to Linda Dietz) lasted much longer in the 60’s and 70’s.
We looked forward to school shopping and buying brand new white keds, blue loose leaf folders, colored tabs to divide social studies from algebra and colorful see thru pencil holders-but not so quickly.

A memorable excitement was wearing our new first day of school Villager outfit that sported our circle pins. Did Ginsburgs and Wechslers feature alpacas, madras blouses and new bangle bracelets second week in July? This summer June and July lasted 10 minutes.

Who remembers the street lights going on as our signal to stop playing and go home? Did they go on so much later in the summer then than they do now? When did Father Time become a Grandfather?
Please dude slow down we need to catch our breath. With self help books adding chapters on “recalibrating the Senior soul” we anxiously pull out plugs and hit the ground running. This abbreviated summer we took long walks and our games of play led the way to let’s have a cocktail around 5:00. We added a little Guacamole toast and summed things up with red velvet cupcakes. Got Shishito peppers anyone?

As long term memory takes center stage we fondly recall the days of climbing monkey bars, wearing very tight white rubber bathing caps to ward off the chlorine effects when we swam and how they added peanut butter to the ring ding formula and called them funny bones. So as we find ourselves in the first week of August with air pods in place we are “calling out around the world are you ready for a brand new beat?”
Summer’s here and the time is right for dancing in the street.” Always love a Martha and the Vandellas tune as “ it doesn’t matter what we wore, just as long as we were there.”
So just for today as we eat half of a well toasted raisin bagel with cream cheese, sip our iced coffee with half and half, we’ll sing along as Frankie Valli croons about late December back in “63” and Betty Buckley reminds us to “let the memories live again.” Have a nostalgic Sunday.

And I quote David Whyte- “the ultimate touchstone of friendship is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.”

We Loved New York-

From the Madeline Murals at the Carlyle, and foie burger at Minetta Tavern, We Love New York. 
A stroll through the Modern
buying clocks with big numbers at the gift shop. 
We Love New York!
With euphoric recall we remember the Days of Comedy Clubs and “Arthurs“ jazz club , two drink minimums, laced with “sunshine and sodas and beer.” Oh the crunch of multi colored leaves as we strolled across the park in Autumn to have lunch at The Boathouse. 
Ah, yes NYC. 
From Drinks at the bar at The Four Seasons before the variegated visuals of the flowers and soufflés at Grenouille, we Miss our golden New York. Memories of dancing at El Morocco and Le Club before backgammon in the backroom at Cavalleros, priceless. We closed the night before with an early breakfast at The Carnegie. How about the days of sitting on an auxiliary seat in the back of yellow cabs with leg room, en route to an underground Allen Ginsburg poetry reading in a dive on Astor place near Tompkins Square Park. ”I took a deep breath and listened to the bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.” Poems by Sylvia Plath inspired us to walk down to the Hip Bagel. An infamous, artistic guy named Shelly Fireman had a vision we jumped onto. We heard about him and his multifaceted interests. A perfect panoply of his Peter Max Art, knowledge of herbal cures i.e. Dr. Giller and his cocktails known as ACE (adrenal cortex extract) and the smoked fish from Barney Greengrass. We couldn’t help but prophesize that he would find a unique recipe for success through the perfect antipasto in the most lyrical of neighborhoods. He would breathe garlic into locations housing music, art and the sounds of Placido Domingo. Good guess, indeed. Moving on now to the long ago delights of Steak Diane at Quo Vadis before it became The Post House. A little black jack and throwing dice at a private after hours gambling joint in a townhouse on 72nd and Park. Brass, red carpeting and pink walls added to the late night fantasy of downing Harvey’s Bristol Cream and suffering the after effects the next morning. Bromo- seltzer set up on our nightstand could have served as the back drop of an Andy Warhol painting. B. Altman’s, Rita’s Blue Tent Dress Shop on Madison Ave and accessories and Mini Dresses at Bendels was our idea of a perfect Saturday shop around before lunch at Yellowfingers or Daly’s Dandelion. Sunday Mornings of counting Ninas on the cover of The Sunday Magazine section through the distinct brilliance of Al Hirschfeld, was the precursor to lunch at Maxwell Plum’s. Oh those Eggs Benedict and mimosas under the kaleidoscopic stained-glass ceilings imagined and realized by Warner LeRoy. What a treat before grabbing the latest Woody Allen film at The Paris Theater on 59th Street. In the way, way back of the memory bin, the Pate at Brussels, anything at Le Bernardin- and the pasta at Joe and Rose (favorite of the Kennedys) were all pieces of our we Love New York Days. 
So just for today, we will brush off our blue suede shoes, pick out a paisley blouse, grab an old hermes belt, add a touch of Shalimar and dream of the Date-nut bread sandwiches at Chock Full o’ Nuts. Make the memories live again.