Recent talk of Nobel Prizes and god particles filled me with curiosity last week. Then again, I spend most of my day navigating the glamorous world of charred meat so it really doesn’t take much to astonish me these days
Did some of my best work on vacation, market Florida #tilefish (sadly, caught by someone else) #fennel citrus broth pic.twitter.com/bIkdOFh0YE — Jay Farley (@thisediblelife) April 1, 2014 — Jay Farley (@thisediblelife) April 1, 2014
I am the proud owner of a dirty, mustard yellow Hamilton Beach Scovill blender circa your grandma’s house, early 80’s. She smokes up and makes the sound of a truck in desperate need of a new transmission..
I may or may not believe in the end days. It started with a Cormac McCarthy binge the summer that I got to New York and culminated into the night that superstorm Sandy arrived to the East Village.
In the winter of ‘99 I was with my platoon, sitting high atop an up-armored Humvee in body armor with a .50 Cal, cruising around small landmine infested and bullet riddled villages of northern Bosnia.