When Bill Evans said the wind chill today would be disruptive, I wasn't sure he had chosen the best word to describe the day's weather. About the time I hit the Washington Square Park and felt the wind blow down Fifth Avenue and through the arch, I realized he was right. A 15 degree wind chill is very disruptive. Very.
My weekend was anything but disruptive. You know already that I cleaned out my closet and saw a movie. I helped a friend prepare for a move. (After being in that apartment for 18 years, disruptive comes to mind.) I watched a lot of Iron Chef on the Food Network and Top Chef on Bravo. And that inspired me to cook.
I'm happy to say that today's lunch features an all-new menu, which should make Drew, my friend and colleague down the hall, happy. He pointed out recently that I eat the same thing every day. He's right. Not today. The norm has been disrupted.