pesto. kalman.

So I took a little break from blogging. I did so much writing in February and March for other reasons that I didn't have any thing left. Then I needed a break... then the problem of what would be my first post, after the lengthening dry spell.

Tonight, after an insane meal of garlic scape and fresh basil pesto with insalata caprese and a glass and half of tempranillo, I'm ready to break my silence. But I have nothing in particular to say. Except do you know about Maira Kalman? And her sublime NYT blog? I'm smitten. Bought the book, and inhaled most of it in one sitting. I love the way she enlarges the world but keeps us close with disclosures of her familiar, imperfect humanity. I know I'm probably late to this dance (I'm kind of famous for my glamorous, late arrivals), but just in case others haven't been introduced to her unique genius, here you are.