Early role models

It's 60 degrees today. And it was 60 degrees yesterday. How can anybody even question the probability of another Sandy like storm? Now I have my new batteries, my coleman lamp is on its way and I am a champion toilet flusher. What else could a girl ask for?

This weekend I rediscovered my enormous love for butchers and butcher shops. Arnie and I had a full round of dinner guests and veal took center stage at most of these meals. So off we trotted to the Florence MeatMarket on Jones Street to buy plume de veau veal. I had pre ordered osso bucco but then thought I should also buy a breast of veal and god knows what else....We shopped for bread and cold cuts at various shops on Bleecker Street and then headed home with our ample provisions.

On Saturday  I went downtown again for the Florence Meat Market to buy veal for a Blanquette de veau on a really early on a foggy misty morning.  My earliest role models were butchers and door men because they were the authority figures in my life. Butchers were big red faced men with large knives who ruled over their shops and handed out Bologna to kids. In fact the Lexington Meat Market which was two doors down from our apartment building was boycotted by Liza Hennessey's mother because they sold black market meat during the war.  The other major figures in my life were Doormen because they were tall and very imposing in their long dark green coats and caps and they would always refuse to let people park in front of the apartment building!

At 8:00 am I had the butchers all to myself as they worked cutting, slicing, dicing and preparing cuts of meat for me. Then I strolled down a totally empty Jones Street Saturday to go buy bread at Murrays. None of the stores were busy with the exception of Faicco's which already had  3 guys buying meat and coldcuts.

I am trying to persuade Kate to go with me  and I am using the lure of the butcher's cat as my prime persuader!