A Cold Weather Ode to Jimmy B

We took a short flight to Ft. Myers, Florida...and then a looong drive to Captiva Island, a lovely little spot in the Gulf of Mexico. It was beautiful and peaceful, and our pace slowed down for a few days. Sofi and I decorated a large fish with dollars on a day trip to Cabbage Key. The guidebooks claim that this Cabbage Key restaurant inspired Jimmy Buffett to pen "Cheeseburger in Paradise." I suppose that's possible, but we opted for seafood.

And another seafood lover is this guy. I got the feeling that he wasn't very happy to see my and my lens...so I walked swiftly away after snapping his lunch.

Possible new home???

J's dream is to renovate one of the gorgeous old brownstones in our Harlem neighborhood. I'm on his team, but never really thought he meant this...

But then I saw this...

And by the time we reached this room, I was reconsidering...

So we left, totally confused, and celebrated my dad's 67th at Zoma, the best Ethiopean restaurant I've ever known (mom + rachel in Zoma below)

And sang to him with treats from the Cupcake Cafe...

And ended the night on our balcony under the stars.

Sunny Sedona with my Honey

We took a long weekend trip to Sedona, Arizona. There were vortexes (vortexi?) everywhere.


I found the love cactus on our hike.

Minnesota with Cherries on Top

We spent a long weekend in Minnesota, unpacking (and then repacking) J's entire childhood in two days while his parents prepared for their big move. His mom taught me how to bake his favorite dessert from childhood...but I bet it won't taste the same when I make it (and it shouldn't, really...)

Home Sweet Home

We didn't know what to expect when we moved to Central Harlem two years ago. We bought our apartment because it had space and light, and we imagined that we could sprawl out there, and not need to move on for a while. We were moving from the Upper West Side, and the new neighborhood seemed to reflect our new apartment: there was space and light, and we a feeling that it was a place that we could grow with and into. And as it turns out, that feeling was right.

Perfect Day in Buenos Aires, No. 2

My second perfect day in Buenos Aires (and fully interchangeable with the first perfect day).

I would start the second day in San Telmo, especially if it happens to be a Sunday. On Sundays, the streets of San Telmo become a feria, with magicians, antiques and tango dancers all competing for attention. Stop for a cortado at Bar Dorado, or a big bowl of pasta at Bar Federal. If you have room left over, try a delicious ice cream at Dylan.

In the evening, head to Voulezbar in Palermo for a delicious meal in a lovely setting.