Tis almost the season!

If only you could see the dentures

The look in his eyes says everything you need to know about the experience

Women without Men

This evening my sistah and I are are going to an exhibit in the Newcomb Gallery. The artist, Shirin Neshat, has a fascinating story and very interesting approach to and interpretation of the world. You can read a brief article about her here . Should be a very cultural evening!

Tuesday Morning

This week I decided to venture out of my culinary comfort zone. For me, that meant letting Miss Taylor (the egg lady at the farmer's market) convince me to try mustard greens. Now, Miss Taylor has been trying to get me to try the kale or mustard greens for weeks. And I must admit, aesthetically speaking, they are very tempting. Miss Taylor digs them out of her garden that very morning, and not only do you get the leaves, you actually get the root bulb, with fresh, clean dirt clumps still hanging off of the rootlets. She has ruby red, garnet, green goblin, curly, and flat variations. And they are pretty. Especially all bunch together on the table, its a veritable cornicopia of southern-ness. And of things that growing up north of the Mason-Dixon line I consider very strange and foreign. So for weeks now Miss Taylor has been trying to convince me to try some of the greens. This week, I decided to go for it. Only with the mustard greens though, kale is still a little much for me. I was pleasantly surprised in that the greens, while pugent, were very palatable. So I succumbed to Miss Taylor and purchased a bunch of the ruby red mustard greens. I have yet to use them in a salad as she suggests, but they are so pretty they almost look like flowers. And I got my dozen, farm fresh brown eggs. It was, as my mother would say, a way good morning!

New Delights, and an oldie too!

MMMMmmmmm, homemade strawberry popsicles. Especially for breakfast. Another Cresent City Farmer's Market find. So delish. And so decadent.


Patois. A new and utterly fabulous New Orleans restaurant. And Uptown too! While the food was amazing, the company really sealed the deal. I could be anywhere with those ladies and have the time of my life.


Over the Top. Sometimes, you need a little edge in your life. And sometimes, that edge is perfectly manifested via a perfect, sliver-flecked, gunmetal gray polish. Applied during a manicure with a new friend. Thank you for being there.


And the oldie. My black lacoste hat. Purchased for me, post-Katrina, by a dear friend. If you read this, please know that I still think of you. And cherish what we had. And at the end of the day, hats will always prevail.