I've certainly been eating enough lately to warrant a blog post or two (or twenty), but nothing seems noteworthy, save the lovely little strawberry gems from yesterday's farmer's market. They were juicy and perfumed, and so red that any name other than L'Amour would be unfit. Check for them at your local market.
Last night's Greek coffee at Taxim, thick and heady with cardamom, was a remarkable end to a good meal. Brian's idea to launch a kiosk serving only Greek coffee might be the next million-dollar caffeine boom.
I'm off to stir my cherry jam a la David Lebovitz before it scorches in the pot. It's off to a pretty start, don't you think?