I mean, really? You cannot say that, just because Olivia is sassy and into fashion, she must be a New Yorker! What, other kids in the country aren’t savvy, spunky, and precocious?! In my opinion, a NYC book must be evocative of the city, capture its vibe: the city must be its own character. I do want to mention that Olivia has come up a couple times in discussions about New York books, and I am compelled to say that I really disagree with this being considered a NYC book. …And so much more! People really go nuts naming books in the comments. You Can’t Take a Balloon into the Metropolitan Museum by Jacqueline Preiss Weitzman How Pizza Came to Queens by Dayal Kaur Khalsa (my sources show that, sadly, this is now out of print) Oh, and one more food-related tidbit: for the next three Saturdays I'm taking Cooking 101 at the Institute of Culinary Education! More cooking classes! Huzzah!!!!

He captured a young foodie in the making! However, Adam snapped this picky while I was showing Isabell how to smell herbs: rub the leaves gently between your fingers to get the oils going and smell your fingertips.

Mostly because I'd like to keep my blog somewhat professional. But that is the joy of spring and summer - so many more opportunities to come!Īnd to finish this post, I'm going to break my own unwritten rule: don't post pictures of you and/or your family. Alas! The peppers that could not be Mine. I say, 'There were peppers?!' Adam grins, 'Yeah, cool picture, huh?' I say, ' And you didn't buy any?' At that moment, Adam realizes his grave mistake. We get home and I'm looking through the photos and I see the pepper one. Radishes! Rhubarb! Herbs!Walnut cranberry bread! And what about those peppers, you say? Well, Adam took that photo alone.I have no idea where the kiddo and I were. And you can see the gorgeousness with which we were greeted. We got going early - out of the house by 9 - and ate bagels on the subway to Union Square. It was the first sunny weekend NYC had seen in ages: 70s and sunny with hardly a cloud in the sky. This is the first chance I've had to blog about this but last weekend was just awash in loveliness.

Ten Cents a Dance by Christine Fletcher