Welcome to Hill Reeves, a blog where I write about the things I cook and bake in NYC.
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Hello, world! Remember when I stopped eating carbs? ahahahahaahhahahahahahahahahahah they're back now, with a vengeance. But also now paired with this deluded belief that eating a ton of cheese will help me look foine (it did, though!). So that's how October is going.
Hi from Cape Cod! I've been here all week with the Chicory-sters as we kayak, swim, grill steaks, and drink just enough beers after dinner. The amount that makes a wholesome game of charades ever so slightly more fun, but never weird. They're a good group.
Hello, earthlings! Guess what this week was? My birthday!!! Yes, the whole week. Just kidding. I realized I kind of overcompensated with talking about my birthday ahead of time and then people did 1,000 nice things for me rather than the 5 to 10 that I kind of anticipated. I got free fancy dinners, gifts, macarons, a babka, a bacon egg and cheese, mad drinks at da club (a bar or two), and a surprise party that I had to cancel cause all the previous fun knocked me down and I caught a lil flu!
Today was a magical day that I spent with my dear friends, the Sameshima family! We (Ok, everyone except me because despite the driver's license that burns a hole in my wallet begging to be used for it's one true calling, I don't drive... well.) drove down to Maryland to eat some deeeeelish, fresh blue crabs. And while I grew up crackin' lobsters and cooking clams from the Long Island Sound, this was my first go at breaking open crabs with my bare hands and a wooden mallet.
Happy Labor Day! I labored in a v physical way, aka I went hiking in the Hudson Valley (the most beautiful nature place in the whole damn world) and now I am pooped as fck. Legs are pure jelly. Also, yesterday, I cleaned--nay, SCRUBBED--my kitchen from top to bottom like a madwoman. So my arms are jelly too.
How's your week, everybody!? Mine's going pretty well on account of last night I went to the US Open and tasted the ~honey deuce~ (New Yorkers who ride the subway will understand my excitement around this drink). I also danced the weekend away and ate McDonald's at 3AM.
Luckily I own a Corgi and a Labrador, otherwise I wouldn't have moved from this spot on the couch for the full day. But I had to walk those two nincompoops, so I wasn't completely sedentary. Can you blame me, though? New York "feels like" 106 degrees and that's approximately the temperature at which I like hot tubs, so now imagine walking around in that with clothing on. Does Santa Claus have a son who's single and ready to let me marry him for an easy in to North Pole citizenship?
Happy Sunday! I hope everyone's still flossing after all of that hullaballoo. I spent the weekend chillin' on my couch, deciding what to do about Instagram stories, and then chillin'/deciding what to do about Instagram at the beach.
I bought overalls!!!!! They're black and have a lil flare at the bottom. I thought the problem would be figuring out which shoes to wear, but you know what? It's the shirt. It can't be too long cause then it gets all scrunched. It can't be a crew neck cause then I look like a kindergartener. Do you guys wear overalls? What do you do?
Wow there are so many wonderful things about a great hotel room. I've been all about that Airbnb life recently when traveling. They're perfect (when you find a good one) in that I-can't-hear-strangers-through-the-walls way.
Happy Monday from a delightfully thunder-stormy New York. I know I've complained before about the New York summers (because they're miserable), but once you get to the dog days and huge thunderstorms end almost every day... that I like. It reminds me of driving home from the beach or day camp, my hair still wet from swimming, and then the sky turning dark and pouring down rain. I'd run inside, trying to shield myself with my already wet towel, and then I'd dry off and curl up and watch cooking shows on PBS while the rain tick-tacked on the air conditioner. The best!
How does everybody feel about the idea of breakfast pie? Or, I guess this is a tart, really. I spent this weekend working my v hardest to empty out my fridge of all the goodies that Danny brought home from the farmer's market, yet had no plans for. Peaches that bruised before my eyes and way too many berries--all very good things, but tough to make last, you know?
