It all started with a feeling of impending doom. Then the phone rang. It was the doorman announcing a delivery. “I’m not expecting any deliveries” i replied… “It’s from the Hamptons” he said. “Oh shit!” I answered, realizing it was this time of the year again. “Send it up..err.. i guess” i said, and waited anxiously by the elevator.
The elevator door opened to a mountain of fresh fruits and vegetables from Big Bossman’s gardens in the Hamptons. I think i lost consciousness at that point because the next thing i remember is the floor of my kitchen covered with bags and coolers full of fresh produce. I didn’t know if i should laugh or cry…
Over the next few days i did my best to quickly use everything and made ratatouille with the vegetables, and tarts, pies, cobblers, chutneys, syrups, ice creams and sorbets with the fruit (that doesn’t leave me much time for blogging, does it?). A…
