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"It's so beautifully arranged on the the plate – you know someone's fingers have been all over it." – Julia Child

Breakfast All Day

Planes, trains, automobiles. We were far and away this summer; now we return home to New York’s hustle and flow. Cabs merge into traffic, we get swept along: this is The Routine.

The madcap ballet of the subway, a complicated dance: we lock eyes with those odd sweatpants declaring “my fête is my life!” and that shade of lipstick that must be Crayola carnation. Jaggedly up-tempo, the clanks and clatters make a cacophonous city symphony.

Then, suddenly, calm.

Swimming upstream but recognizing the current: The Routine.

Back on the sidewalks we go, walking to favorite shops for smoked trout and translucent orange caviar bubbles. No poetry in these simple foods: fish, bread, butter, eggs, citrus, and coffee, but none is needed.

Prose and Our Routine.

*Smoked trout from one of our very favorite shops, Russ and Daughters

 

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  1. October 9, 2014

    Beautifully written and shot

  2. October 9, 2014

    great photos! love the styling – it’s something i’ve been trying to work on

  3. Dara Paquette #
    October 9, 2014

    Maria, this is absolutely stunning and your writing is a dream.
    xx

    Dara

  4. October 11, 2014

    Beautiful post! Love the glass ducks with the eggs.

  5. October 12, 2014

    Gorgeous photos.

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