"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Just another Sunday
Seventh on Sixth Lincoln Center (some kind of fashion show in these parts) has never seen anything like this. Followed by brunch. Leeks, cheese, eggs, herbs.
Seventh on 
Followed by brunch. Leeks, cheese, eggs, herbs.
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Hmmm, leeks. That reminds me that I haven't make one of my few specialities, leeks with lentils, in like forever.
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