In January of 2008 I gave myself a week in New York City for my fortieth birthday. Not for work; purely as a tourist, purely as a present to myself. One cold, bright morning, fortified by a bagel from Katz’s, I took the ferry out to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island with a…
The gothic half of a Maine trip: a Boston Spenser pilgrimage, a tropical storm, the easternmost point, a Bar Harbor ghost tour, and Stephen King’s gate.
Carol’s potato salad is mayo, mustard, yellow onion, celery, and dill relish dressed on hot potatoes. No secrets. Just muscle memory and good timing.
She was fearless in a way I didn’t fully appreciate until I was older …
I’m back from vacation and it was an amazing, relaxing, joyful, food-filled week. Settle in for a bunch of photos and a fried oyster recipe at the end (or, if you’d rather, skip the narrative and go straight to the recipe at the end of the post). This past winter, in the middle of a…
