June 22, 2011 § 8 Comments
It’s easy to miss the flat, buildingless lot next to Burger King.
A loop of asphalt driveway; a sparse, scruffy lawn; a few shade trees and those heavy concrete picnic tables and benches that say, seriously people, this is a park.
That’s pretty much it.
Unless it’s Truck Night.
December 17, 2010 § 13 Comments
This simple, bullet-proof recipe came from Mildred Oakes, one of my grandmother’s best friends in Congers, New York.
I have a faint memory of Mrs. Oakes. I am peering through a screen door into a kitchen at a heavy woman with thick ankles and permed brown hair. I can tell the woman seated in a wooden chair has never been young and has always found getting out of a chair to answer the door an effort.
I also know she has been put on earth for a purpose. And that purpose was to create The Recipe.