mrs. mccrum, her lad and their day

On this special day.....

we gathered and ...

...a lovely bride wearing white, walked down a white aisle, in a white church nestled in Greenwich Village...the same church, I can only assume, where this village kid wore many beautiful white dresses for other religious sacraments. 

After two masters degrees from New York University, I can finally grace the university's Torch Club for this affair...worth the wait.

Gifts were plenty, but none as special as a Ms. Goldy's original painting depicting where this Irish lad popped the question to Maura.

"You've got a way to keep me on your side.

You give me cause for love that I can't hide.

For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide.

Because you're mine, I walk the line."

"hello, bon jour, buenos dias!
g'day, guten-tag, konichiwa...
ciao, shalom, do-brey dien,
hello to all the children of the world!"

...and something sweet to go home with.
The only thing missing would have to be our lovely sixth graders.

emerson

two childhood friends, a train-ride conversation and a shower

Once upon a five-twenty something train leaving Grand Central Station after a hard day's work almost a decade ago....two friends....one coming from her midtown, corporate office wearing her usual business attire and the other just making the train in her flip-flops and t-shirt having spent the day at the water park with her campers....talked like they always did for the entire sixty-three minute ride as they ventured to a place known as home.

On this particular day, it had been a while since these two friends had seen each other.  So there was a lot to catch up on...naturally.  One friend, we shall call her Danielle, mentioned that she ran into a certain boy from this place they call home and phone numbers were exchanged.  She didn't seem too interested in the prospect of this boy calling her.  The other friend, let's call her Liz, knew this certain boy came from a good italian family...so it was worth giving him a chance. No one really remembers, but chances are this conversation lasted about four minutes...not too long, because these friends only had fifty-nine minutes remaining on their ride to cover their important conversational agendas.  

Today, on this special day in July, these two friends met again in that place they call home to shower Danielle with gifts because at some point she became interested in that boy that came from a good italian family....so much, she agreed to marry him.  And like so many parties dating back to their childhood...there were friends and family giggling, endless amounts of food and drinks, children splashing in the pool, and unlike those train rides out of Grand Central, the essence of time was disregarded.  

Like all the wonderful times that brought these two friends together...whether it be for class, caulking the bath tub, a student council meeting, sweet sixteens, lunch, a drink, soccer practice, the births of their nieces and nephews, planning a prom and a ten-year reunion, getting tea, fixing the computer, filing papers at that midtown-corporate office, having a bottle of wine, birthday & graduation parties, crashing at each other's place, cooking dinner, installing wireless internet, catering gigs, key west vacations, "oh my god, how do I fix my iPod" tech support phone calls, happy hours on an expense account (something teachers know nothing about), learning about the anatomy of the eye, and those sixty-three minute train rides to that place they call home...they all must come to an end.  As this beautiful day fell into night, one friend hugged the other good-bye cherishing the past, looking forward to the future and thinking about Jean-Jacques Rousseau's words:  the more things change, the more things stay the same. 

The entire collection of Danielle's shower photos.

pup sittin'

The moonlight was shining as we caught fire flies.

Brother and sister showing some love.

Trying out some new tricks on the new bike.

Kisses for nanny.

Determined to ride.

finally

a day at the beach on this thing we call summer vacation

modern art for a day

I spent the day at MoMA recently and looked at the works of Picasso, Pollock, Van Gogh, Warhol, Jasper Johns, Kandinsky, and Matisse.  All of these pieces are part of The Collection.  

Also some pieces from the Shaping Modernity: Design 1880 - 1980. This exhibit was composed of a variety of interesting things from a Vespa, to a bubble chair, to lighting fixtures, to an antique car.  

an interesting perspective

check out the rest of the photos

angel hair and asparagus

I recently started reading memoirs having to do with travels in Europe, food and love.  This week I finished Lunch in Paris by Elizabeth Bard...the most compelling aspect of this book are the recipes that come at the end of each chapter.  I am now interested in adding a little french flair to the day to day culinary adventures in 3D.  

After a trip to the New York Public Library, I have moved onto I Loved, I Lost, I Made Spaghetti by Giulia Melucci...I am a few pages in but the author writes about all of the meals she cooked for her former boyfriends.  And like Bard, Melucci includes all of the recipes.  

I made one of the recipes for lunch today.  Asparagus sauteed with garlic, crushed red pepper flakes, white wine and angel hair pasta topped with grated pecorino romano.   

1 lb. of thin asparagus

olive oil

hot red pepper flakes

garlic (calls for one clove, I used four)

salt

1/2 c. of white wine

1/2 lb. of angel hair pasta

freshly grated parmigiano/perorino

freshly ground pepper

Cut asparagus into 1-inch pieces.  Saute garlic and red pepper flakes in olive oil until golden, then add asparagus, coat pieces with olive oil.  Cook for 5 minutes, then add white wine and cook for another 10 minutes, until asparagus are soft to your liking.  Cook the pasta in salted water.  Once done, add the pasta to the skillet with the asparagus and cook for about a minute on low heat.  I added some of the pasta water to the skillet to increase the liquid volume. Serve with grated cheese and pepper. Time: 20 minutes. Serves 2.

a midsummer night's independence day sunset

manhattan island.  looking west toward new jersey.  pier 54.

my kind of brooklyn

My father makes trips every few weeks into Brooklyn to see my Aunt Mary.  Usually I am working, so I cannot go with him.  Fortunately, summer vacation has opened up the opportunities for day time adventures that always involve eating.  Before getting me, he picked up Aunt Libby in the Bronx whose sons own a bread bakery.  Their bread can be found in Westchester restaurants and grocery stores. These are the same loaves of bread that my brother and I would eat in the grocery store as any good little Italian children would while my mother shopped. She had to embarrassingly give the cashier the empty bread bag in order to pay for it. 

some treasures from brooklyn

The journey to Brooklyn involved a trip to Coluccio's on 60th Street, a grocery store known for their cheeses, pastas, breads and all things Italian. Now Coluccio's has ravioli, but they aren't the best.  I was introduced to another gem....Pastosa's on New Utrecht Avenue...known to have the superior Ravioli. 

18 count box of love

breadsticks from the bakery

Once at Aunt Mary's, we had a delicious lunch coupled with desserts, watermelon and iced espresso over conversations in Italian.  I climbed the fig trees to find any ripe ones.  I picked string beans, fresh basil and mint.  All in all....a lovely day for family, food, and an adventure.