I'll be doing this thing where I show you a cliff on each Monday. Cliffs are beautiful, breathtaking, hope-spurring, and dream-inspiring. Here is today's specimen.
Lizard Pointe, Cornwall, U.K. (photograph via Old Pictures)
On the 24th of last month, I took a very last-minute flight up to New York City to see my Lawrence, who was in the area for work. We went to The Dead Rabbit . Great story behind that place. They're a grocery and a grog, which is twice as nice. Scotch eggs had been on my list for almost a year, so when I saw them on the Taproom's menu, my decision required no thought. It came with its own mini jar of Colman's Mustard, which is a lot of Colman's mustard, I would quickly learn. You don't know what real mustard is until you've tried it. And that's no lie. I paired the egg with Swedish Punsch, which was probably highly irregular. Most Brits probably order beer with theirs. But cocktails are my weakness, so I couldn't resist this concoction: Batavia Arrack Van Oosten, lemon sherbet, lemon juice, ginger, Lapsang Souchong tea. Scotch eggs remind me of The River Thames, because at some point I wrote a bucket list item that involved both the eggs a...
Do you know how on the nights before weekends you think how dreamy it'll be to sleep in? How you'll let the sun gently wake you as if it knows what's best for you? I am always conflicted on those nights, because on the one hand I know I've gotten too little sleep the whole week through, inevitably, and the extra sleep will help me to feel rested for the first time in five days; on the other hand, I don't know when enough is enough when it comes to sleep. I never wake feeling rested, regardless of the amount of sleep I've had. And I always wake up regretting not waking up earlier. So weekend mornings are controversial events I get to look forward to about four times per month. What I'd really love to do is wake up early on a morning for which I've pre-planned no obligatory meetings or chores. To linger between the stark white sheets, and scootch over to the cooler side of the bed. That is a clear feeling, cool sheets. Then I'd slide slowly off the ...
luxury This concept has always been different to me than it is portrayed by large companies and dramatic commercials to be. Diamond rings...sure. Aston Martin...ok. But as this new year is budding open, I am slowing down. I mean physically slowing my movements and speech. I want to notice each tiny twitch, enjoy each slight intonation. Having all of my senses intact is a luxury. At this more leisurely pace, and with this renewed focus, some things are becoming clearer than ever in my life. Luxury lies where you deem it to. Listed: - oysters - vibrantest citrus fruit - real whipped cream - artisan bread - aged, stinky cheese - wine, whiskey, scotch, gin - almond extract, rose water - fresh kale - a fiery stove - a fiery hearth - poetry - pleasure reading - free time - lengthy meals - lazy mornings - breakfast in bed - large windows - soft skin - clear skin - long, naturally-curly hair - an immune system of steel - legs that take you places -...
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