The flowers are blooming. We listen to Astor Piazzolla at home and have a drink - me a glass of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc and you a glass of rye whiskey with one perfectly square ice cube. You play air cello and I laugh. Meeko barks when I laugh. There's an emptiness in my fingers that aches when I hear this dissonance and I know you feel it too. It'll be your birthday soon and we'll be the same age again for five weeks. I have a surprise planned but you won't let me tell you what it is. Summertime will be hear soon and so will the stifling city heat. This will be the first summer we spend together since you left but came back.
Westville East is the standard go to for a healthy dinner fix composed of heaps of fresh market vegetables. Squeeze a bit of fresh lemon juice over it and you're one step closer to undoing all those vodka gimlets from the night before.
An explosion of creativity at the opening day of the new Dekalb Market. Great food vendors, cute shops housed in re-purposed shipping containers, and mini petting zoo!! What else could you ask for on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.