Murray’s Extravaganza

When Rachel tells you that one of her oldest friends left his boring/unfullfilling/perhaps-soon-to-be-nonexistant white collar job to become a cheese monk at Murray’s, and that you should come over for his hand-picked cheese’n’charcuterie selections, run, don’t walk- first to the wine store and then- over to Rachel and Nate’s brand new Brooklyn digs to partake. Figs and elastic waist pants recommended.

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Author: loiseaufait

Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion. Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).

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