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Green Day

 

Despite the mild climate, all the green parkas are out today. Ditto sweaters, dresses, hair colors and nails. To all who wear green on Saint Patrick’s Day, respect. I’ll pass, mostly because I’m not Irish. The funny thing is that day, of all days, I’d picked out my outfit last night. Today happens to also be a day full of presentations and events, so I wanted to be ready (I’d make fun of me, too…)And what color was said outfit? Green. Oops. But what better day to celebrate the color in its natural environs. The one exception being Remy’s stole. Yep. Fake. Don’t drink and drive. Drinking and cooking, however, will be the subject of this weekend’s post.

 

Clockwise, from top left: Remy spazzing out at the prospect of swimming at Lake Garfield; Remy and her cousin Tuxie at Thousand Acre Swamp; the kids setting the table for a Summer lunch; macha being stir-challenged; fields in Fort I forget-its-name in India; Remy again; Massachusetts’ version of a rainforest; pasta with lima beans; chilled pea soup; our neighbor Amalia enjoying our backyard swing; Remy in New Marlboro; the beginnings of kale polenta from April Bloomfield’s book “A Girl and Her Greens”; Who else?; the tree in the center of our little village; the last of last Summer’s herbs; spinach salad at the Prairie Whale in Great Barrington; Pea soup with coconut, coriander and spearmint leaves, made by perfumer Francis Kurkdjian for the 20th anniversary dinner of his brand; leeks and onions being prepped for a Bon Appetit frittata; Remy in her faux fur; Jeff Koons’ “Puppy” at the Brandt estate in Greenwich, CT; Remy again; the verdant produce section at Guido’s in Great Barrington; a dog-friendly spot at SXSW in Austin, TX; posing with designer Rosie Assoulin, having decided to highlight my Smythson wallet; various mints in our herb garden; me taking a turn on our swing.

 

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Jane was executive beauty director at W Magazine for 16 years. When she is not writing beauty articles, she's likely either hiking with her husband and dog, Remy, or in her kitchen, frauding (new verb) her way around a fancy recipe, a home decoration or a highbrow dinner party conversation of which she knows nothing about. In other words, she nods a lot and googles a lot later.

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