Sure, you can make pie with summer’s stone fruit bounty, or you could mix it up, like in this take on a classic.
Sundays have become my day of adventure, apparently. Bored with brunch and general city going-ons, Ian and I have taken to exploring the greater New York-area and its environs, in-depth. Sometimes, it’s as close as the Upper West Side, or Brooklyn. Other times, it’s gallivanting off to rural Pennsylvania for a lumberjack festival. This week, though, we took to Long Island to spend time with friends in the North Fork. Naturally, there was plenty of wine.