Even though I take all those silly self portraits of me doing absolutely nothing and blog about trips to pretty places I am not much of the relaxing type of guy. I’m actually quite the opposite and find myself nervous or antsy when I’m sitting still. The thought of midday naps freak me out and stopping to sit down for tea or coffee in the afternoon is a luxury I rarely allow myself. Even if I had the time I’d still feel like I was missing something or that something terrible would happen because I wasn’t working working working working working.
Yea, I have issues. I know this. But I’m trying to grow and slow down just a little bit.
When I got home the other day after I was greeted by Adam clanking away in the kitchen. He had the urge to bake and it’s an urge I completely encourage. Who doesn’t like fresh baked anything the second they walk in the door? But I had a chunk of editing to do and had to submit some images to the magazine I was working for that day before running to Fed Ex to send out a package.
Marylou’s was a New York restaurant that closed in 2001, but in its day
was a real gem. Located in a brownstone in the West Village, the
restaurant’s great food and atmosphere attracted a list of celebrities
that included Jack Nicholson. Co-owner Tommy Baratta, Marylou’s
brother, not only became good friends with Nicholson, but became his
personal chef as well – and wrote a cookbook with Marylou titled
Cooking for Jack.
Lady Restylane was a carnivore, a notorious coquette who left lipstick marks like business cards. But when men followed up, expecting the innuendos to lead to escapades, their calls were seldom returned. To Lady Restylane, it was all about the dance. Genuine intimacy scared the hell out of her.
, extolled the virtues of cookies and gave detailed directions on the care and baking of the most imaginative cookies I've ever seen.
. Each drink has specific instructions with photographs that recall a more settled time.