Sunday, November 25, 2012

Absolutely the best Fish

Off The Hook   749  Broadview  Avenue,  Toronto  (416) 465-4356

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Three greatest romantic poets

George Gordon Byron, 1788-1824
Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792-1822
John Keats, 1795- 1821

















Share one thing in common, 
they all died young.
Byron was 36 years old
Shelley was 29 years old
Keats was 26 years old

How my heart ache!

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;
The worm — the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone! —Byron


The day becomes more solemn and serene
When noon is past; there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been! —Shelley


But strength alone though of the Muses born
Is like a fallen angel: trees upturn,
Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchres
Delight it; for it should be a friend
To sooth the cares, and lift the thoughts of man. —Keats

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Intelligence was there


Athens 416BC. Euripides premieres his Electra.
Two rivals attend, Sophocles and Aristophanes.
And two friends, Socrates and Plato.
Firenze 1504. Palazzo Vecchio, on facing walls,
two painters: Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo.
And apprentice Raffaello.
A manager: Niccolo Machiavelli.
Philadelphia, USA 1776-1787. Declaration of
Independence and the Constitution. Adams, Franklin,
Jefferson, Washington, Hamilton and Madison.
No other country has been so blessed.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Blue on Blue

Japanese
Danish
American
Irish

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Art of Cooking











 Mussel with mint vinegar and olive oil







Arugula with figs and cheese

Friday, May 25, 2012

here life is simple











Sitting in my patio, at sunset on a early summer's evening. I want to be in a place where life is simple. I'm originally from a very old culture, our people know how to live. Eating outdoor in the summer's evening, sipping wine, watching the moon slowly come up in the eastern sky, listening to the cicadas making continuous sound after dark, that sort of thing. It's comforting. I try to re-create that kind of setting.