Brooklyn's in the house, in the shape of: a box of Jacques Torres chocolates. A bunch of lilacs and a box of laid-yesterday eggs (ah, would that we could all claim the same!) from the Borough Hall farmer's market. A pound of fresh-roasted coffee from D'Amico's. Tomorrow, bread from Mazzola's.
Because I love to stay local, but best of all, because K. should be back here in Brooklyn in time for Sunday brunch!
As the man said,
Thus though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.