Showing posts with label fruit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fruit. Show all posts
Sunday, December 2, 2018
Monday, September 4, 2017
Summer's End
Labor Day....
The moment to hang on to the last joys of summer
and remember walking in the woods of Long Island
and the delights of diner food on the day of a flash flood.
Summer flowers from our son's garden.
The home to the city and thinking of next year's flowers. (A very old plate from Morocco with a beautiful glaze.)
And walking in Central Park where there were a large number of rats in The Ramble. Pied Piper needed soonest.
Some progress in my latest project - a tapestry from a photo of folk art from a chicken seller.
And Union Square has cheerful flowers
sweet mini plums
and both yellow and white peaches.
HAPPY LABOR DAY
Labels:
beach,
flowers,
fruit,
long island,
summer,
Union Square
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Chelsea Market/Fruit and Bread
The Old Nabisco Biscuit factory is now home to lots and lots of food shops. Excellent for food snobs and if you aren't one already you will soon become one. An excellent fruit market where everyone goes from restaurant chefs to just plain people....
...and firemen who, when not fighting fires, seem to do a lot of cooking. A handsome, helpful crew held in high esteem by New Yorkers.
They keep the fruit market very chilly, so the check-out girls wear sweaters even in June.
The front door of the same...
Just across the way are the bakers at Sarabeth's busy making the most delicious bread, cakes and cookies. The nearest to home-baked you can get round here.
Yum!
They even provide a table to sit at to enjoy it all........
My main blog is here
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Food at the Beach
Breakfast at the beach requires some organization.
Charcoal, frying pans, spatulas. Salt and pepper.
We forget pot holders and use paper towels instead.
Lots of fruit as a cover for the real stuff: bacon, eggs and sausages.
Oh, oh, oh, the grease and the plastic forks
ps. Several people wondered where this is exactly.
Field #3 at Robert Moses, straight over the causeway. Beach nearest the tower.
Picnic tables and grills provided. (Bring your own charcoal, utensils and food.)
We arrived at about 8:30 and were the only ones there.....
Definitely worth it.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Dazzle
In the depths of winter the green market at Union Square
is subdued with left-over apples,
a few potatoes, and
absurdly expensive little bits of mesclun salad.
Now zinnias blaze.
In midsummer there are wild traffic-light, traffic-stopping stalks.
Of what. Rhubarb? Salady stuff?
Someone will tell me.
(They did. Swiss Chard. Sue was the first!)
There are peaches that taste like peaches instead of those odd,
hard, fuzzy lumps they sell in the supermarket.
... plums for plum crumble.
Geranium leaves fall on the black-eyes susies.
There are snapdragons which long to be carried
by a flower girl at a summer wedding...
...and good snacks to be had.
Who knew that tea-cosies could be WILD?
You won't be disappointed.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Simple Things
Christina of Soul Aperture is hosting a celebration of simple things.
Go here to join in.
This is not the finest example of a dahlia plant,
but it's rather touching anyway.
My favorite milk jug bathed in morning light.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Green Market for the 4th

The green market at Union Square was lovely yesterday.
Then I discovered I had left my camera at home
so into the breech steps celebrity guest photographer
Adam Powell with his trusty cell phone.
Hydrangeas.

Ripe tomatoes.

and some daikon
(many thanks to those who identified them!)
Here's hoping you and yours have blues skies
good food and good company.
HAPPY 4th
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Urban and Domestic
Extremely useful and popular fruit stand on the corner.
Accessible snacks for all.
This is new. You can get a ride to Whole Foods in
this nice little bicycle taxi. I chatted with Jack who was
really enthusiastic. He offered to take the dog too,
but I said they wouldn't let him in.
A traditional logo. Poor Mr.Softee.
Dressed up so nice .
This flower, sprung from who knows where,
vies with cigarette butts, torn paper and who knows what
to bloom in a crack in the pavement.
Lime bloom. I picked this tiny sprig and
inhaled its scent all day.
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