Mid May of 2010: we said goodbye to the Empire Diner.
We’d learned of the passing of the old friend, broke from our scattered pursuits and felt, separately and collectively, the need to gather.
Two-hundred and more joined to attend the Diner’s wake. Bright yellow sunlight let us walk in shirtsleeves as we did what is right and proper at such a rite of passage-met new friends and those we thought we’d never see again, ate and laughed at tales both oft-told and new, cried and drank and cursed the fates and came, at last, to acceptance of the finality of it…
and then returned to our lives strewn across the country and the world.
Nearly nine months later and no new Empire had been established, though many had been considered.
Nearly nine months later, in the tease of warmer afternoons in Gotham, (knowing that still a sudden return of Winter could quick-freeze naïve, foolhardy robins and leave them to plummet like shocked, avian hail about our streets), we longed for the New that would recapture the Old.
And now a year has passed and we grow restive and hungry for the joy of cooking.
Despite-
Twenty friends over for a Crab and Mussel Boil in the backyard;
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| The Call To Table |
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| Debra's Beautiful Settings |
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| Bread To Be Torn by Hand |
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| EEEK! |
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| YUM! |
Thanksgiving Feast for twenty-seven;
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| Another of Debra's Tables |
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| Tryptophan Conquers All |
Brazilian Feijoada for eighteen;
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| Sorry, Too Busy Eating To Take Photos |
Still the need to flex kitchen muscles persists.
Thirteen months of gestation is long-enough!
Bread Man is now on the scene and that mild-mannered alter ego will teach you the ins and outs of BreadBaking and will share thoughts on Bread, BreadBaking, food in general and life in as strange a place as Brooklyn.
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| Annabel's, Leelee's, and mine |
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