Autumn is slowly creeping around the edges of things. The trees are still mostly green, but there are tinges of gold and red, and the breeze is brisk. This weekend we knocked around our little neighborhood after I taught my Saturday high school creative writing class, so I'm wearing my most pseudo-professorial attire. Riverside Park, where we spent most of the afternoon, is long and thin (rather like Manhattan), and is made up of many different levels and staircases as it gradates down to the Hudson.
Aside from Riverside Park, another of the jewels of Morningside Heights is the Hungarian Pastry Shop, right across the street from the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. I tried their strawberries and cream spongecake. It was fresh, light, and moist.
Our pastry-eating companion, one of the peacocks that lives on the grounds.
This weekend I made a menu from "The Heart of the Artichoke" by David Tanis, one of my favorite cookbook authors. On the plate: Peppery Oven-fried Chicken, Scalloped Corn (I made it with Greek yogurt and milk rather than half and half, and it was awesome), and Spicy Cabbage Slaw (which is simply purple cabbage, red onions, salt, pepper, lime juice, and jalapeño). Everything was really yummy. I'm cured!