Barbie's parents took us to lunch at Blue Hill at Stone Barn, on the Rockefeller organic farm and "agricultural education centre" in New York state. All the food for the restaurant is raised and grown on the farm.
Here is a bit of fennel in one of the greenhouses. Good enough to eat.
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You're in New York state? Come visit, we're right across the border. Or, as we say, boidah.
dear Colonel, alas no. This was a birthday ago. But I will be on the Island of Manhattan in May. A visit down your way is definitely on the cards.
Manhatten? Wow, that only 250 miles away! Can I stalk you?
Ooooooo... NY isn't THAT far away. We should all get together and make fun of Polanski.
malach: If we both start walking at the same time, where would we meet up?
atlas: Where is he??? I miss that slippery Pole.
I dunno, to tell you the truth. Nobody knows who he really is, and to make matters worse, I think this might be the last year of the JPS. :-(
I hope you have a good time in NY. The only time I have been to NYC was a layover in the airport. I'm hoping to be in Australia sometime next year, so keep your fingers crossed. I promise I'll behave.
And you didn't invite us?
Why would she invite you? You're an ass.
Now, boys. Nobody will be invited anywhere if this squabbling continues.
Don't make me reach back there.
Can I come too, I've also only been in NYC for a layover?
Should we all go to Nebraska & convince Joey to not end the JPS?
The only time I've been in New York (other than the airport) was when I was six. We were visiting my auntie in Connecticut, and we went shopping in the city. I don't remember any of it. Except that my sister got a coat, gray with a rabbit fur collar that was very soft. I liked to touch it.
Beautiful picture. But I don't like fennel. The taste makes my face go all squishy.
I say to hell with New York. Everybody fly to Detroit and if you don't get killed walking out of the airport I'll pick everyone up and we can drive to Nebraska. It's only about a day and a half from here. Once we get there we can find Polanski and then torture him until he starts blogging again.
Okay, everybody can come. But there are some conditions:
A.Man & Atlas must be separated at all times.
Cuntie must continue using double-entendre words like 'layover'.
No fennel is to be served, eaten or even brought along.
Somebody bring a bunny for Pheebs to stroke.
Nobody is to get shot.
Mike is driving.
I get the front passenger seat.
We track down Joey Polanski & sit on him.
Agreed? It'll be the Best Roadtrip Ever.
May I bring my pussy? I hope no one is allergic.
dearest cuntie, your pussy is most welcome anywhere you care to take her.
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