Living in New York City means I see thousands of strangers every day--waiting for subways, smoking on fire escapes, filling jukeboxes in bars. I'm really curious about where they come from and why they're here, the signification of their scars, their favored methods of peeling clementines, the books they liked as kids, their heroes and vices, their nightmares and dreams.
In 2007, I started inviting them out to lunch and writing about it. This year, I'm the one being invited. It's way better!
If you know someone--an accomodating grandma, an interesting neighbor, whatever--who's good at making something (pasteis de nata, Listowel mutton pies, galette de rois, etc) and is willing to let me hang out, watch and talk while they cook, I'd love to hear about it!