The stunning pictures from the Field to Fork Dinner that St. Brigid's Farm hosted recently has got me mourning the loss of the warm weather and outdoor dining. And the fact that I don't have a readily accessible meadow in which to host parties.
Ms. Paltrow (via Goop) seems to have turned away from soy mayonaise and tofu and towards large quantities of oil. Perhaps that's why I'm finally lusting after her recipes.
I've been an avid reader of Lisa Borgnes Giramonti's blog A Bloomsbury Life since she started writing it, and was thrilled to hear that W Magazine had asked her to write a short series of blogs entries as well. The series is just as compelling as her blog, and she's got me hankering for all sorts of odds and ends. And for that $50,000 National Geographic trip around the world.
And lastly, I have found THE brunch spot. Generally I'm lukewarm about the idea of brunch...eggs with insipid hollandaise sauce does not inspire. But the shrimp and grits I had at Locanda Verde in Tribeca on Sunday most certainly did. My plate was completely clean by the end...not even the celeb sightings could distract me from my food. Or at least, not too much.