I used to love New York but that’s waning.
I used to think New York city was infallible – can you use that with a place? The ability to stay above failure, rise about mistakes, never be wrong?
I believed once that everything, absolutely everything I needed I could find in Manhattan.
Like wine-making supplies.
Like when I decided that I wanted to learn to make wine at home that it would give me more than the books I needed.
That I wouldn’t have to go to the only celebrated home-brew shop on the corner of the Bowery and Chrystie, where kitchen supplies are the deal. That I wouldn’t have to go to the only home-brew shop in Manhattan and find it closed, two or three years before. Formerly at Whole Foods, now gone.
I would find and buy Meyer Lemons…
… and Fiddlehead ferns.
I would see wonderful other vegetables.
Chard,
Sunchokes, also known as Jerusalem artichokes,
Golden Beets,
And these that made me laugh – sweet potatoes called yams. From Garnet
To Jewel.
I liked how each item of produce was headlined then followed by detail about it and it’s flavours.
Then I saw this black soap and laughed a funny kind of laugh. It made me think of Deepa’s lovely piece on Moringa Madness.
All nice. But. Not. What. I. Came. Here. For.
Thank you very much.
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