Love and Eating
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22 May 2014
Welcome to the inaugural posting of the blog Love and Eating. At L&E they work so you will believe, as they do, that eating, like love, should not be done carelessly, or out of sheer need, but with wonder, devotion, and every so often total abandonment. The season is short. Begin with points d’amour. From the roof deck you can peer through a single twentieth-century nine-over-nine window, which no longer opens, into the small rooms above the bar.
31 May 2014
A cow in a barn in New Hampshire once kissed me. My husband and I were there for a business dinner. The cow was not on the menu. I am short, so the pretty brown and white bovine and I were about eye to eye. I said, “Hello gorgeous.” She pushed her head up over her stall door. The wide black nostrils quivered and she batted her long lashes and ran her tongue over my left cheek. It was not as rough as a cat’s tongue, and not as slippery as a dog’s.
10 June 2014
Salad of black mission figs, baby gold beets, pea tendrils, Cato Corner’s blue, smoked almond dressing. In spring one’s fancy turns to love and eating. There is nothing like a little skin contact as the temperatures rise and we shed our layers. The first local strawberries, thin edible skin and all, are still weeks from ripe. At L&E they mean to satisfy the longing anyway.
16 June 2014
The June honey moon, they wrote, happens because the sun is at its highest and the moon at its lowest, and the light bounces, giving that haunting canary color. What might a slice of honey moon taste like? Upstairs that night: toasted almond butter cake made with Tuscan acacia honey, strawberry and black pepper chantilly, crème fraîche ice cream, and a Jurançon moelleux, Ballet d’Octobre, Domaine Cauhapé, 2011.