Christmas gift from my butcher. Two pieces of his father’s homemade soppresata. He warned me that it was spicy, and it is. I like hot foods but need to pace myself with this stuff. Ate half a dozen slices quickly then enjoyed a good solid minute of my mouth and throat burning. That was the sweet one, haven’t tried the hot yet.
The wife is baking a meatloaf consisting of hormone free, grain finished beef (mix of brisket, short rib and sirloin), ground tenderloin from a Duroc hog, ground veal from a milk fed Hudson Valley calf, purple garlic, Dijon mustard, bread crumbs ground from a Sullivan Street Bakery baguette, Ronnybrook Farms milk, sea salt and cracked black pepper.
I added a tray of thin sliced baby fingerlings in a pool of buerremont butter and some of that purple garlic.
It smells like Heaven in here right now.
US poster for LET’S GET LOST (Bruce Weber, USA, 1989)
Designer: Sam Shahid; Photographer: William Claxton
Poster source: Posteritati
This huge (37” x 46”), beautiful and rare poster is available to purchase at Posteritati now.
One of my all-time favorite films.
Sorry Moe. So very, very sorry.
Happy Hour for both of us.
Someone actually managed to top Nikki Finke.
Yes, I am an asshole
Putting together a photo book of Harper for Christmas. I did a mock up using the worst possible pics of her, where she is making goofy faces or is cross-eyed or has baby acne or where she just spit up on herself. Sent it to the wife and told her I had already ordered them.
"The coat is from Afghanistan, the shirt is from Uzbekistan, and the jewelry is Turkish and Persian."
…and the guy wearing it is from attentionwhoreistan.
Just finished breaking down 700 pages of extremely good screenplay by one of my favorite writers. I’ve had an incredibly tasty lamb stew simmering for about 8 hours now. Started with an extremely garlicky homemade chicken stock and added three pounds of lovely American lamb meat, a mix of shoulder and shank. Lots of turmeric, mace and a dozen other spices. Some pearl onions poached in Malbec, carrots, turnips and baby fingerlings. It is delicious. Taking Moe for a long brisk walk (most of which I’ll carry him on) then coming home to my wife, my baby and that stew.
When it’s good, it is very good.
Brooklyn Got More New Chain Stores Than All The Other Boroughs This Year -
Weep sad tears for Kings County, folks, and shop your feelings at your friendly neighborhood J. Crew.
Wife: I saw Shaq at a W the other day.
Me: Which one?
Wife: Shaquille O’Neill.
Me: Um, yeah. Which W?
Took Harper to buy her first Christmas tree today. There were a lot of cut-your-own places that had organic trees grown with no pesticides or chemicals. Places that made the whole thing an experience and a journey. Well fuck that, our daughter is five months old. She would gain no benefit from having an experience so we went to Stew Leonard’s.
The deal is that you pick your tree and pay for it while they wrap it up. You pull the car around to a station where they tie it to the roof of your car. The line to pick up trees was super long so I feigned ignorance and drove into the exit lane against traffic. A bunch of guys yelled and a few cars had to pull off the road to let me in. At the first open bay I turned the truck around, pulled into the spot, handed the guy a twenty and my receipt and told him to make sure he tied it tight. My wife, realizing what I had just done, cackled and exclaimed “That’s how you cut a line, bitches!” Of course the windows were down (so the guy could run the twine to tie the tree to the roof). So we got seriously nasty looks from a bunch of families which just made me laugh even harder.