The Final Indignity

Snow this morning. That was just enough. Yesterday there were restaurants all over town putting out tentative little tables for lunch as a way to catch the heat and sun starved eye of New Yorkers. And this morning: SNOW.

It's gone now and good riddance.

Wobbling toward the end of the week and the beginning of the weekend with plenty o activities. I think I'd like nothing more than to snuggle into bed and read. I'm beginning to think this is my usual call. I don't even feel much like cooking. I used to be a really good and innovative cook and if I do one small thing now I feel as if I'm a cordon bleu chef. But the truth is I think it's pretty mundane. This weekend I'm doing ribs and my cordon bleu gesture is biscuits. Last night my gastronomic gesture was to quit cooking....Hardly the stuff of legends...Oh, maybe I'll turn that surfeit of strawberries into a mousse. Now, that's the stuff of legends.