Cold Brew: Brewhaha!

It started in 2007. Ann Marie and I had moved to E.7th street in the winter and it was our first warm weather in our 6th floor walkup. And by warm weather I mean it was hot as blue blazes. She worked from home (inexplicably, marvelously, and exclusively by fax), I was bartending and it was an amazing time of long, jort filled days. We had taken to drinking whole pots of espresso in highly sugared three-quarter-tasse cups during our first New York Februaries but now that the clothes were coming off and the air conditioners had not yet been delivered to deliver us from July evils we needed something different. Enter New Orleans Cold Brew Coffee. The superbly easy, utterly delicious, and super cheap wiles of coffee concentrate suited us like ugly on a monkey. Deep, dark and smooth, not at all bitter, inky and mellow, a little milk, lots of ice, it was perfect. One by one, like bad girls, we got everyone we knew hooked on it. Our mothers bought toddys and perfected the 8’oclock cheap brew, Molly downed it by the mason jar, Andrew drinks it hand over tervis-tumbler-fist, it put Sara back on caffeine, and McKay discovered it abroad (and sent back the picture above).

A Missive from the West Coast: Stumptown has started selling Cold Brew Shorties:The Verdict? From Ann Marie:  Not as good as ours. Its the chicory. Chicory= crucial.

The Recipe that Started it All:

1 pound dark roast coffee and chicory, medium ground

10 cups cold water

Ice

Milk.

1. Put coffee in a nonreactive container, like a stainless-steel stockpot. Add 2 cups water, stirring gently to wet the grounds, then add remaining 8 cups water, agitating the grounds as little as possible. Cover and let steep at room temperature for 12 hours.

2. Strain coffee concentrate through a medium sieve, then again through a fine-mesh sieve.

3. To make iced coffee, fill a glass with ice, add ¼ cup coffee concentrate and 3/4 to 1 cup milk, then stir. (Concentrate will keep in the refrigerator for up to two weeks.)

Summer Joy: Gardenias

You know you are in a good place when it is time to go to sleep and someone has put a gardenia next to your bed. Just one, in the tiniest bit of water, depression glass or old fiestaware. You know it’s a marvelous confluence of events that has led you to lay your head down in a place where June is warm enough for blooms and the sheets are still cool to the touch.

Petit Herbs Garden

Ahh, New York. Would that we could have an acre out back for straw bale tomatoes, climbing cucumbers and whatever other delectable treats we could imagine. It’s all we can do to put a few simple herbs out on the front stoop now that summer has officially arrived. I stopped by the Union Square farmers market this week and picked up the bare essentials: basils, rosemary, thyme, oregano, parsley. After a week of squalls today was the perfect day to plant them! Now, what should we have for dinner?

Summer Joy: Cucumber Sandwiches

Today I had one of the summer’s most marvelous delicate treats: the cucumber sandwich. When I was little Mama and I grew cucumbers and tomatoes in half barrels down the length of our driveway. I loved the curlicue tendrils that got so grabby and brushing off the little white thorns that grew from the bumps when they were ready to pick. Mama would have a tomato sandwich and me– always the cucumber. Nothing has changed.

I go white bread, crust on, no toast, Duke’s mayonnaise on both sides (sometimes I have to bring this special from Virginia, other times they randomly/awesomely have it at Fairway), salt, pepper, and chips. This is probably the only sandwich in the world (outside of PB&J) that doesn’t agree with a pickle. After all, a pickle is just a cucumber that sold its soul to the Devil. And the Devil was Dill.

Happy Birthday Puddenhaid!


Today is Andrew’s birthday. So I made him these cupcakes. He makes me all kinds of things: dinners and breakfasts and stories and crossword puzzles and laughs and books and adventures and makes sure I’m safe and happy and surrounded by music. He’s my guy and I think he’s pretty much the best.

Happy Father’s Day.

Oh happy day and thank you, Daddy, for teaching me how to drive a boat and tie the easy necessary knots and catch crabs with chicken necks and be safe (above all!) on water and land, to drive a little longer distance to get a coke in a glass bottle and make that extra distance be the special part, to go down isthmuses of land only known at low tide (and then how to back up at high speeds to get the hell out of there), to borrow Christmas Trees with a Flatt and Scruggs soundtrack, to sing, always, and always in harmony, that music needs to “get you off!”, how to do the nitty gritty: drive stick shift, shoot guns, change tires, jump cars, gut fish, set up the stereo just right, change the strings, make the grilled cheese, know the tides and how to catch the waves, get backstage and be cool, and the big stuff: how to measure happiness and time in terms of action, how to lose parts of yourself and come out the other side, what a marriage and a life should and can be, the absolute power of unrelenting positivity, that life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death, and, of course, always be master of your own destiny.

Indoor kid vs. Outdoor kid

An epic battle between what it means to be an indoor kid vs. what it means to be an outdoor kid: Slip’n’Slide on Gilt Groupe.

Hey, $13 for the Wave Rider Double w/ Boogies is a pretty good deal. Now: how much for the backyard?

Hermès’ Odalisque: Get Thee to Coachella!

Hermès has bedecked Ingres’ Odalisque with their divine bangles and the thing is, she looks great. I especially love the one up above her elbow.Add in the peacock feathers and the studied/effortless turban and: she’s ready for Coachella (behind the curtain is a floral onesie, we swear).

Here’s the original:

Is the Hermès accesorized version almost better?? Is that sacrilege/sacrilart? Here are a few more nudes in the series (it’s impossible to find anything on Hermès site, but there are more there too), all in all, pretty awesome.

ps. If you missed it, check out the  Hermès DIY Kelly bag though, in all truth, I probably know more people who own an actual Kelly bag than have a printer (ie: one). Now we just need to get the DIY Birkin templates to the guys at MakerBot and we are in business!

General Orders no. 9


This beguiling series of images came from the trailer for this movie. My friend (and handsome Georgian) Carson shared it with me, I like to call him a young turk of the new south. He says it seems a little over styled, but gosh, it’s the story of his life. It seems that peculiar Southern story of a whole lotta nothin and whatever it was anyway decaying in the heat mighty fast against the hungry sprawl of strip mall reconstruction. At least I think that’s what it’s about. It’s hard to tell.  But the relentless progression of images in the trailer (and the Shelby-Foote-meets-Cormac-McCarthy narration) is utterly mesmerizing and somewhat menacing. What happened to us? What’s going to happen?

Whatever it is I want a set of those bee-bells.