Katherine Sharpe | a pilgrim’s blogress

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Posts Tagged NYC

Just Like at the Coffee Shop (Currant-Buttermilk Scones)

I’m so delighted to have just bought a new cookbook.
When I first moved to New York in 2003, as my only reader will know, I got a  job working at a Soho coffee shop called Once Upon a Tart. Owned by a tall Frenchman given to double entendres, Once Upon a Tart kept me busy [...]


Adieu, Holidays

Window @ Bergdorf Goodman, 12/24/08


Week 2: Meat, Wine, Wool, Music.

I keep forgetting to take pictures of my food. Maybe that means I am growing out of a ridiculous habit. Or maybe it only means that the food is more delicious, now, too delicious to stop and photograph.
There was lots of watercress left over from the tea party last week, so I made a creamy [...]


How To Cook (and Dress) A Wolf

These are the busiest weeks of the year, these couple before Christmas.
I sort of like it.
On Sunday, A— and I threw a clothing swap at our place. We had a dozen ladies over. She made cinnamon buns and I made tea sandwiches (Pernod-marinated fennel and green apple and minted radish, and lox and cream cheese [...]


Rhapsody in Gray

“Conducive to study” is what we’d have called a day like this back at Reed: tiny, pricking raindrops falling from the sky like cold needles, the whole outside a blanket of dampness and gray. It makes you want to go the the library, make a bright corner, keep dry with old books, and dose yourself [...]


Yes, Please Tax Our Bags

Three cheers for Mayor Bloomberg’s plan to charge six cents for every plastic shopping bag given out in the city. Even (especially?) if it drives down plastic bag use rather than raising a lot of money for the city, it will still be a big victory in my opinion.
I’ve always been appalled by NYC’s avid [...]


Union Square Greenmarket, October 24

I’m endorsing Obama endorsing arugula.


Mug Woman, Mug Man

This morning, something happened to me that was straight out of a kicky ’90s music video.
Picture if you will: A brilliant fall morning. The young lady emerges from the door to her building, in her fall jacket, laptop bag clapping against one thigh, teacher-bag clapping against the other, and in her hands she’s balancing a [...]


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