Mojito Chicken

Mojito Chicken

“Will it taste like chicken? Brian asked. “It is chicken. Taste it,” I suggested. “You know,” he began. “Taste it now,” I insisted. “Oh,” he said after swallowing. “Can I have more?” “Over there,” I pointed. “Would you?” he attempted to beg. “Over there,” I pointed...
Monogamy and Vinaigrettes

Monogamy and Vinaigrettes

  Do I support monogamy? You betcha. Cause Suzen has informed me of the long, painful death I would experience. Not that I need to be threatened. I mean, do I look like Newt Gingrich? On the other hand, a man is entitled to a little variety in life. When I met...

Watermelon Gazpacho from Austin

On Wednesday, we were in Olive, New York. It was snowing a bit. The daffodils held their heads up nobly. Suzen searched for the car keys and escape. Today, Saturday, we are in Austin. No immediate threat of snow. Suzen is basking in the heat. But to offset the 90°,...

Brian’s Sour Cherry Mojito

The farmers market in Tribeca on Saturday is just a tad different. It’s the only market here in the Northeast that I have seen with a vendor selling orchids. And there’s this very distinguished looking Amish gentleman offering habenero dill pickles. Talk about...