A Parlour for a Plague

did you ever try Lydia's recipe??

I love fennel / Mrs F, not so much.

I made a baked fennel and sage recipe that I think was either Lidia's or a knockoff. It was exactly like the one in google books. I liked it a lot. Set, not so much. He doesn't like much in the licorice/fennel/anise range whereas I think it's in my blood. Whenever we went to Hamburg, my granddad would take me to the dockside markets to get all of the anise candies - and to buy fennel to bake and braise.

its funny, Im not a fan of black licorice but I love dishs with fennel or tarragon

I like proper black licorice. Not the candy stuff. Tarragon is a <shrug> for me. don't seek it out, don't avoid it.

Hard to get the genuine licorice.

It's one thing that is really easy to get here. In NY, I'd be looking for the Russian stores, restaurants and coffee shops
- the Baltic and North Sea licorice is the best.

have you been to Sockerbit?

89 Christopher St

looks like they've got some of the real stuff !

https://sockerbit.com/search?q=licorice


whoa they even have salmiak!

NYC has a good spot for the real stuff on Christopher Street. (Well, they did prior to the lockdown). They also have some alleged licorice of odd colors.
Yes, that'd be Sockerbit.

Used to be another store of value up towards Columbus Circle

If you're gonna make this, note that I forgot to include a half of a raw egg in the mix.

Tarragon must be used fresh. Ive got a segment of a raised bed garden with just trragon. French tarragon is the most redolent of the tarragons (English and Texas tarragons are more like grass to me). Fresh French tarragon makes a Bernaise sauce thatll make a steak stand up and sing the Marseilles.
e like it with over easy over eggs without the mayonnaise schmootz .

Well well well. Same old culprits everywhere. Still talking about food, decades later. That is probably what the Plague is referring to. And I have pounds to prove it.

When I got this from a friend I said "OMG! It's DORIS!"
Doris B was an alcoholic woman from my childhood that wore her makeup just like this.
She would always say things to me (while waving a lipstick covered Winston cigarette) like "Don't worry Chai. Looks aren't everything.

I was facinated by her, and while I didn't want to be just like her, there were aspects I found intoxicating (no pun intended)

Leopard patterned clothes, green velvet covered fainting couches, dirty ashtrays on every surface, getting a little too friendly with the husbands at the barbeques. That was Doris.

GEORGE!

I’m meh with fennel. Heaps of it here.

Love dat Julia!

I hear the sounds of work on my back yard. I wonder if that means the slate place was open?

Hey there, Buns!

Finally got caught up. It was like going back in time to the early days of
Abuzz and A2K. All we need is someone asking for the Blue Man Group!

What time is the Duck Tour?

Noooooooooooooooooooo



Not the blue duck tour group!

And, wasn't there something about the Hatch Shell?

There you are! Hello!