nakedness tonight

a tumblr by jessica ferri
20th July 11
On Sunday night I made Merrill’s (of the A + M blog) Rosy Chicken. It was a smash success. If you don’t read the A + M blog (aka Food52), you should. Every single recipe I’ve made of theirs turns out to be fantastic.
In her post, Merrill linked to this 2005 NYT magazine profile of Jean Halberstam, who adds Rose to Mario Batali’s recipe for Sicilian Lifeguard Stew. This piece is somewhat ridiculous. While reading it I felt jealous but also inspired; the two do go hand in hand.
Jean’s husband (who just happens to be David Halberstam, Pulitzer Prize winning journalist) upon taking the writer out to their koi-pond at their house in Cape Cod says, “You know, I realized we are so privileged . . . so privileged to live this way. And to be in New York. You walk outside and learn something every minute.”
I scoffed, but then after googling David Halberstam and finding that he was killed in a car accident in 2007, I sobered up. Sometimes I feel like the internet is sending me signs, or at least telling me to stop complaining.

On Sunday night I made Merrill’s (of the A + M blog) Rosy Chicken. It was a smash success. If you don’t read the A + M blog (aka Food52), you should. Every single recipe I’ve made of theirs turns out to be fantastic.

In her post, Merrill linked to this 2005 NYT magazine profile of Jean Halberstam, who adds Rose to Mario Batali’s recipe for Sicilian Lifeguard Stew. This piece is somewhat ridiculous. While reading it I felt jealous but also inspired; the two do go hand in hand.

Jean’s husband (who just happens to be David Halberstam, Pulitzer Prize winning journalist) upon taking the writer out to their koi-pond at their house in Cape Cod says, “You know, I realized we are so privileged . . . so privileged to live this way. And to be in New York. You walk outside and learn something every minute.”

I scoffed, but then after googling David Halberstam and finding that he was killed in a car accident in 2007, I sobered up. Sometimes I feel like the internet is sending me signs, or at least telling me to stop complaining.