From Cindy’s terrace at dusk. What a lovely view she has!
This is the thing I’d like to be.
On the High Line, in New York. I was there for the afternoon, for a food event. I had about an hour to spare before I had to be somewhere and spent the time walking the High Line and wandering Chelsea market. I lucked out and got a magically, beautiful day. I need to take better advantage of how close New York is to Philly and visit a bit more often.
The spread in Country Woman magazine of our canning party last summer.
I turned the last of those luscious black raspberries (about a pint and a half) into syrup and stirred some into a glass of sparkling water. It’s just so perfect for summer.
I organized a bulk cherry buy for a group of food preservers and we picked up our goodies this morning at the Rittenhouse Square Farmers’ Market. Of course, I participated too and brought home a flat of cherries (half sweet and half sour). I’ve eaten most of a quart of sweet cherries all on my own today. I adore cherry season.
The map is one that belonged to my paternal grandfather. I found it in a box last night and am in love with it.
My pudgy little feet in my new red saltwater sandals. I love these shoes.
Chinese take-out from West Philly’s Beijing. It’s my second favorite Chinese restaurant in all of Philadelphia (Lee How Fook is my very favorite).
An easy little potluck with friends. I made a huge bowl of pasta salad with pesto from the freezer, some halved grape tomatoes, cucumbers and little balls of fresh mozzarella. We had a giant green salad and amazing chocolate mousse for dessert.
I took myself on a little road trip today, out to Lancaster County and back. I went for jars and a flat of black raspberries. I bought the pint of red raspberries as a snack.