It’s the first day of my blog and it’s raining. The two facts are unrelated, of course, except rain means a lot more here than it does in New York City. It means that the still-unharvested grapes will not be harvested and that the pumpkin-buying populace may be staying at home. In short, it’s not good news for the area’s farmers. In New York, rain is a boon to street corner umbrella salesmen and coat check girls.
I lived in New York and its near suburbs for over twenty years before moving out to the North Fork, just weeks ago. (The story of how my move came about will be appearing in the winter editions of Edible East End and Edible Manhattan.) All of my friends have told me they’re “proud” of me for making the move – except my friends who live here of course. They think it’s a good idea- maybe even a natural progression- from visitor to resident- though a few of them have made some dark comments about life in November and March. So we’ll see. But I’ve already had some great food and wine experiences that I’ll be describing in future posts. Right now I have to go because my kitchen roof is leaking. I wonder how hard it will be to find a good roofing company on the North Fork.