SHACKING UP Here it is, almost Thanksgiving, and aren’t you glad I’m not offering tips for roasting the bird, dishing up sides, or sandblasting pie crust? Instead, I include here my favorite recipe for chicken livers Marsala, a dish I made often in the early years of cohabitation. I’m not sure if there’s anything you can do with turkey livers, however, other than chop them up for giblet gravy, but while we’re on the subject allow me to augment your holiday reading with a link to one of my favorite short stories, Alice Munro’s
Another great vignette of your days in NY. It's true about pets that becomes members of your family. I have not had liver, bacon, and onions in years. Thanks for reminding me so I can add that to our weekly meals when I can't think of something new for dinner!
I occasionally check out real estate in Manhattan, and I don't think you can touch a decent one-bedroom for less than $3500 a month. COVID barely made a dent in the market. Thomas Wolfe was certainly right when he said you can't go home again.
That image of "domestic bliss" is comical . The rivals in the kitty box is hilarious ! That photo ! You and Mr. Landi ! Very very interesting. Yes, on his astonishing good looks. In 1959, after 30 days of scanning the ads for an Upper East Side apt. I landed a rent control one with at view for $400. a month. Oh yes, groceries, I'ed actually forgotten what that felt like. This is such fun reading.
What a life - and a palate. I may try this one - as my taste for those little goodies was developed early in life :-) Thanks for another glimpse into your cookbook, and memories.
Another good one. I look forward to these every Sunday afternoon.
This one strikes a memory for me because my first husband and I had to find an apartment during the newspaper strike in 1965. We prowled the East Side neighborhoods that Ann describes in this wonderful entry. After a lengthy search for “for rent” signs we were thrilled to find found a ground floor apartment on 74th St. for $250. It was in a brownstone with a garden that backed up to the Whitney museum. Problem was the museum was under construction and the so-called garden was uninhabitable due to dust and grit and noise. I also had the same cowed feeling in the local shops. The high end shops on Madison near 74th were way beyond our means. We put many miles in on foot carrying heavy bags of dirty clothes to the laundromat on 2nd Ave. Of course the nearby Gristedes on Madison was too pricey so groceries had to be schlepped home from a far distant A&P..
Cute photo of you and Mr.!
You kinda have to be in the mood for chicken livers, but they are a great winter dish!
a reading pleasure
Another great vignette of your days in NY. It's true about pets that becomes members of your family. I have not had liver, bacon, and onions in years. Thanks for reminding me so I can add that to our weekly meals when I can't think of something new for dinner!
I occasionally check out real estate in Manhattan, and I don't think you can touch a decent one-bedroom for less than $3500 a month. COVID barely made a dent in the market. Thomas Wolfe was certainly right when he said you can't go home again.
Good story, wish we could have lived in NYC near museums when we were starting out. Can anyone afford to live in NYC now?
My once $75 a month loft in Washington DC in 1970 is now $8,000 a month.
That image of "domestic bliss" is comical . The rivals in the kitty box is hilarious ! That photo ! You and Mr. Landi ! Very very interesting. Yes, on his astonishing good looks. In 1959, after 30 days of scanning the ads for an Upper East Side apt. I landed a rent control one with at view for $400. a month. Oh yes, groceries, I'ed actually forgotten what that felt like. This is such fun reading.
Delightful--and such a sweet picture--Just thought of someone else whom I am certain will love this--Best wishes
No publisher yet, but I'm working on the numbers. Be sure to forward to friends and urge them to sign on....
Thanks, Sharon.
I hope the stories never stop—please tell your publisher
another good installment in the journey! Will definitely try the recipe.
What a life - and a palate. I may try this one - as my taste for those little goodies was developed early in life :-) Thanks for another glimpse into your cookbook, and memories.
footnote: Ann and “Mr. Landi” were a beautiful couple. I love this adorable picture!
Another good one. I look forward to these every Sunday afternoon.
This one strikes a memory for me because my first husband and I had to find an apartment during the newspaper strike in 1965. We prowled the East Side neighborhoods that Ann describes in this wonderful entry. After a lengthy search for “for rent” signs we were thrilled to find found a ground floor apartment on 74th St. for $250. It was in a brownstone with a garden that backed up to the Whitney museum. Problem was the museum was under construction and the so-called garden was uninhabitable due to dust and grit and noise. I also had the same cowed feeling in the local shops. The high end shops on Madison near 74th were way beyond our means. We put many miles in on foot carrying heavy bags of dirty clothes to the laundromat on 2nd Ave. Of course the nearby Gristedes on Madison was too pricey so groceries had to be schlepped home from a far distant A&P..