It’s raining here this afternoon, thank goodness, because it’s been unbearably warm the last few days. But of course, now that I’m tucked away inside enjoying being able to cook at home for the first time in a week (an oven on in an already hot apartment is just awful), I’m half wishing it were sunny and warm so we could talk someone into having a bbq.
Ready for a surprise? I think I actually prefer cooking out in New York MORE than LA. Or, at least, I appreciate it more. In LA we cooked out so often it just felt like an outdoor kitchen, but here to be invited out for a cook out is an “event.” It also feels so urban and impossibly quaint, to be precariously situated between huge buildings with beautiful little gardens. Most of these photos are from our friends Hollie and Sean’s garden, which is the best I’ve ever seen in Brooklyn. Lucky for us, it’s just down the street.
And while I’m at it, another thing New York does best is stoops. I love them. Stoops are the one aspect of New York I had high expectations for and have absolutely NEVER been let down. Every time I see one I think about how it looks like I’m in some great “New York” movie (the picsuresque ones like “You’ve Got Mail”) and I remember to be excited I’m fortunate enough to live here (even if there are garbage cans concealed cleverly just out of sight-range).
Alright. Soon enough it will be hot and sunny all over again, so for tonight I’d better just enjoy the cozy rain. Tomorrow I start my new job. I’m very nervous/excited, and starting anything is always stressful. I hate walking around and being told the names of a million people, only to retain zero. So tonight I’ll have a nice dinner (Moses and I are making civiche and fresh chips) while enjoying our new wine club latest from Lindcourt. Can’t wait.