Dec 25, 2008

Christmas Anglophilia

So I made my second Christmas Pudding this year and this time I got up the gumption (e.g. remained sober enough) to ignite it with flaming brandy like you are supposed to. You boil it for 10 hours and then you SET IT ON FIRE. What's not to love? A lot, apparently, since nobody ever wants to have anything to do with it besides me. So I will eat the entire thing myself and most likely give myself a coronary. But it sure does look cool when it is on fire. Otherwise, it tastes pretty much like a fruitcake.

& I didn't take that pic. from the internet, that is (or was) the real deal in our kitchen. Rachel was kind enough to trip the shutter while I was kind enough not to ignite my beard getting it to the table.

Likewise with the wassail, but cookies, on the other hand, are somewhat of an easier sell.

Those are Black & Whites because I may as well accept the fact I am a New Yorker. You'd be surprised how easy they are to make.

Now I am going to go polish off the wassail. Then I will spend the next 6 weeks on the stationary bike. After the fucking thing gets fixed.

Dec 11, 2008

Widening Gyre

Copies of my 2008 Dusie Kollectiv chapbook Turning are available at Bronwen Tate's blog Bread and Jam for Frances. Turning is a series of poems about seasons in New York City, and some of my favorite work to date. If you are sick of "New York Poems," don't worry, most of the poems are pretty critical of life in the city in general. If you happen to love New York, well, you'll at least probably recognize most of the locations. Except the ones in Queens, because you probably never go to Queens...

I need a vacation.

But please, check out the book, if not for my sake, then only to see the beautiful job Bronwen has done with the chaps.