Celebrity President

Predictions are in. mAdBen 294 for HRC. Dr. Husband 319. Joey3Sticks 301. Nobody thinks Trump will win. Why the TTSD then? Hmmm. Bottom line. Donald Trump. Hillary Clinton. Epitome of fame and fortune. Milking name recognition for personal gain. Each would bring their own rarefied air to the Oval Office. Traveling in exclusive bubbles. Private jets. Security. Scrutinized for decades in the public eye. Reputations shaky. Dealings shady. Yup. Either way. That’s what we’ll get. A Celebrity President. Whadda country!

In order to thwart the last weekend of TTSD. And hunker down away from throngs of Marathon runners. Make City Scampi. Fresh shrimp from Citarella. Farm picked Fall produce from the Street Market at the Natural History Museum. Sancerre from Corks on Columbus.

2016 Predilections

Starbucks on every corner.
Adam Driver disintegrates Hannah. Solo.
Trump-Palin v. Hillary-Warren.
MadMen returns. Season 8.
Manhattan view.
Great new novels. City on Fire not yet.
SuperBowl. Anybody but the Pats.
Freshest fish.

Little Blue Corvette. Wish I’d kept my 1963 baby blue split-window fast-back Stingray with the Hurst stick shift. The one Seinfeld and Obama had coffee and comedy in. Would’ve been a lucrative bet.

Oktober Fest

Not the München one. Rest easy. I won’t be wearing my dirndl in the küchen. Nor is Dr.H sporting his favorite lederhosen. But, we are making our own festival of Fall tastes from late farm stand treats of the Valley. Potato Turnip Leek Soup with horseradish and chives. Red Cabbage Apple Soup with sesame seeds, maple syrup and Asian spice.  Potages d’Octobre.  RecipeDetours.

Local autumn brews, too. Oktoberfest Lager. Berkshire Brewing Company. Octoberfest Märzen. Sam Adams. Red Oktober Ale. Wandering Star. Slug a large stein as you sip a small glass of fragrant rich soup on a cool dark afternoon. Bon weekend.