Once I finished my book, I got a bit of my life back. So I decided to do a few things. Specifically: cook (non-Portuguese) meals, travel, and socialize. Three things that being chained to my desk like some medieval monk working on an illustrated manuscript has prevented me from doing.
To kick things off, I spent a weekend with my friend and proprietor of Well Dressed Food, David Tomberlin, in Tupper Lake, New York. Now, you have to understand, I’m geographically challenged (although I have a great sense of direction). I had no idea where Tupper Lake was, let alone all the rituals and localisms that go with lake living. For example, a lot of people don’t lives in houses, they live in camps. To me, a heck of a lot of them looked like houses, but they are, apparently, considered camps. And when I pointed out one particularly lovely camp, David said, “Nope. That’s a house.” So go figure.
Anyway, the weekend was truly hedonistic. All we–which included The One, David, his partner, Rusty, and extended family–did was eat, drink, and tool around on the lake. Having an unlimited supply of Well Dressed Food products on hand, David made sure that we were fed well and constantly. Two things I never mind. Breakfast for example was his oatmeal pancakes, which we all devoured so fast, I missed getting a second helping because I was edged out by Rusty’s dad. And with his being an ex-military man, I wasn’t about to wrestle him for that last pancake. Read more »