Cross Town Thoughts
It’s the Cubano Dos and El Trumpo now. Rubio. Cruz. The Cuban crusts. Tricky Ted’s dirty tactics and Nixonian sneer harken back to the Bebe Rebozo corruption days. Marco el Rubio, not really. He’s not blond. But, as his SuperPac says, he is like Harry Potter to Donald’s Voldemort. Well. Sort of. Young and impressionable yes. NeoCons’ new rube.
Then there’s all those slices of ham in the middle. With lots of cheesey drippings. Spicy sauce. And most of the votes.
Parts Unknown this season resurrects America’s wasted past. Bourdain’s recent tour to Vietnam was hard to watch. Reminded how many contemporaries lost so much there. As did they. Why? In Iran this week, Anthony was able to get a rare glimpse of attractive, modern, vibrant families at sumptuous if vigilant tables. Where a mystery action can render a journalist couple jailed. It also shone the light on how U.S. sanctions and old transgressions deeply affect everyday life.
Election over. Can we stop talking about gender and race, now. Please. And focus on competence and governing. What? I woke up from my nap. Nevermind.
It’s that time again. Turkey Day and Hanukkah together this year. Brisket with stuffings and turnip?! Here are some of our annual recipes for the season. 
Strahl Brisket
Autumn Candy
Twice Cooked Turnip
Cornbread Celery Apple
Sausage Mushroom
Betty is back. So is the show. She’s lookin’ good again, and Don falls for her during a nostalgic night at Bobby’s summer camp. But, Betty has learned that Don punishes women who love him. She smartly stays happy with Henry.
Don tries to reconnect with Megan, but she’s also figured him out. At work, Joan is in charge and gives Roger the heave-ho. Her young white knight is spreading kindness wherever he goes. We get another glimmer of Pete’s heart. Peggy is petulantly uncreative. Ted thinks so. Don knows her best. Everybody seems more true to character, though. Just in time for the season’s bow.
Rainy TV~ PBS: The Bletchley Circle. Based on true story of four women who cracked a code in WWII England. Suspend disbelief as they become sleuths. Dirk Gently. Quirky detectives. Laugh out loud with a jaundiced view. CNN: Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown. Remote world food with soul.
Back roads thoughts. Hipster branding. Logo re-treads.Can you have a funeral for a house? Do dwellings have souls? Next door neighbors moved to Boston yesterday. Home is empty after five now-grown kids were raised there. Do memories reside in the walls, or…
First day of Summer today? No. Despite 80-degree week. Vernal Equinox. Spring. James Beard finalists. La Grenouille-NY and Boulevard-SF endure. Peyton supplanting Tebow. Is there a god?
Should have kept our Apple stock. Dr.Husband got his iPad3. Between that and Siri, I’m a couple manzanas short. An apple a day keeps… you get the point.
Congrats to GemQueen on being honored at the Waldorf in New York on Friday for her work at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center. No one is more deserving of Astorical accolades. Eileen Gould’s Bridges newsletter and popular new Art Expressions program for cancer survivors and their families, highlight her stellar contributions. A-Man and MazeHome were there to cheer her on.
Sightings…JeanJean treating BlogisQueen to a sumptuous Louisiana lunch at Big Mamou. Thank you. Savage Stacey Richman in the real Page Six…Mackenzie’s off to Boston. Happy St. Paddy’s Day to all who care about green beer and Irish fare.
Hmmm. CupCaked.
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Happy Birthday bro’ Joe. Personification of loyalty and class. Sports maven with sass. Next rhyme too obvious. Trousers tailor heir. 3 sons’ Dad beyond compare.
On a cool sunny September Sunday, it’s time to make Indian chicken. Not as good as Joey3Sticks’ “Coogan”, maybe better. It’s my twist on an old Burmese recipe using late summer heirloom tomatoes and hot peppers from the farmstand. Check it out at Recipe Detours. Pats at 4.
Ben ran into Jonathan Groff at brunch, then went to see Ethel Merman, I mean Bernadette Peters in Follies. Tickets were free. What is a proprietary eponym?
Everything sounds better in French. Mais oui, it’s official. Lobsters. Champagne. Cristal Saint-Louis, 1586. Merci mes chers amis. Ocean House, allons-y.
Post stuffing-palooza. I still like Thanksgiving in Katonah and as advertised the cuzins remain smart, sweet, kind and funny as heck. They are all special people despite their crazy parents. Alicat and I fought over the neck and gizzard, and Jake was the star of his first Turkey Day. Family, food, fun. Liberty’s last stand. Hula hoop this week.
CG&B had wonderful reunion with LaLyd, Doug&Sand, GemQueen, A-Man at Ed’s Chowder House/Empire Hotel near Lincoln Center. We all expressed our thoughts and sympathies for K9Queen on the loss of her beloved Emma.
HenryE will be the next LeBron or ARod, quite the athletic phenom at 2! Betsey relished her tongue from Zabar’s. We have a tough decision to make on April 29 next year, Jake’s 1st bday party or the wedding in London? It’s still the season for giving, so don’t forget TheFoodBank, click here and give.
Side Trek . NYC 