How is Paris? And Sylvain?? Brookyn is sleepy and sweaty. I am too. Yet, despite the thermometer, I still don't feel like it's summer. I guess that's what I get for starting my coursework in July. . .
Anywho - I did have one summer night. The Kronos Quartet was playing in Prospect Park, and, to honor the occasion, I made buckets of pulled pork. I wanted to show you its shredded goodness, but it had already been inhaled when I finally thought to photograph it:
I miss you.