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This past week, it was all about trees, blossoms and all manner of things growing from the ground (literally, and not so literal). For instance, additions to our hand-painted family tree at the Dean St shop,

photo  khara mural

and our ever changing cherry trees which are now at their fluffy peak.

cherry tree   cherry tree 2

Mother Nature is really pulling out all the stops. There is no better proof of that than the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens which we visited this past Saturday while Dave’s parents were in town. It was packed with people, but also with also sorts of lovely blossoming trees.

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Our little “urban farm” is coming right along. Dave and I are already talking about what kinds of dishes we will whip up with this year’s crop, what veggies will get pickled and what to do with the overabundance of mint and thyme.

garden1  garden2

And last, but not least, a highlight of the week, having nothing to do with vegetation, we had our Annual OGC bowling outing. It was our second at Melody Lanes in Sunset Park, which is so terrific because it makes you feel like you hopped in a time machine and traveled back in time. Everything just pushes the boundaries of being overly outdated but the bowling is great and the company even better. Who can argue with this:

dumbobowl  bowling

dawndavebowl  bowling1

bowling3  group bowl

Dave and I feel pretty lucky to work with such a special group of people. And that sentiment has nothing to do with their impressive bowling skills.

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Dawn Casale

About Dawn Casale

Barneys New York was the place I called my second home for six years. It was the classroom in which I learned the importance of aesthetic, the power of creativity and the joy of indulgence. At a point in time which I cannot specifically put my finger on, I reflected on my career choices and decided to return to that which I really knew... food and humanity's love of it. I began to think about my childhood and how much of it had been happily spent in the kitchen. The memories of the aromas and flavors that came from my grandmother's kitchen were vivid and exhilarating. That is where I learned about the ritual and significance of food, the sense of happiness and comfort it brought, and the essential elements of quality and care that went into its preparation.

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