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Elderflower Mixed Drink
There is a lot I miss about Austria, a country I lived in while in college and have visited half a dozen times since. The architecture, the coffee shops that also serve alcohol and who expect you stay at least a few hours nursing one drink, the art, the outdoor markets, the beer…like I said, there is LOT I miss. So, imagine how excited I was to see elderflower cordial at Myers of Keswick – my favorite British specialty grocery store. Elderflower cordial has a distinct, delicious flavor that is often served in Austrian cafes mixed with various different liquids: sparkling water, lemonade, or champagne. The cordial itself is non-alcoholic so it is really nice to make something that feels fancy when you are abstaining ( I drank a LOT of elderflower sparkling water concoctions while pregnant), but now that I can imbibe, I use it to elevate my favorite mixed drink: Gin and Soda.Fishs Eddy
I loved my college boyfriend’s Mom. She was the best thing about that relationship. I remember her as this eccentric, warm, and above all hilarious woman who had a hardscrabble upbringing but had managed to pull herself up by her bootstraps, get an education, and eventually become an English professor. She had some weird habits. She used to buy mannequins and dress and stage them in her living room. The first time I stopped by her place I was greeted by a young boy who was crying into his mother’s skirt. It really scared the bejesus out of me, and at the time I thought it unforgivingly bizarre. Over time, I began to appreciate that she let her freak flag fly. Too many of us pretend we are normal when we clearly are not. One habit I picked up from her was never buying the same pattern of plates or glasses. She always said that if you bought a whole set and broke one, you would be upset. But, if you bought only one or two wine glasses, bowls, or plates at a time, you never had to worry about ruining a set. It allowed her to create memories, always have her eye out for something new, and throw dinner parties where no one accidentally drinks out of the wrong glass. I now do the same – I never buy sets of glass or plate ware, which is fantastic because it allows me to return to Fishs Eddy as often as I like. This store, located in the Flatiron District, has the perfect gift for any person on any occasion. My friend Janine once gave me a mug with little runners on it from there on the eve of a half-marathon we ran together. They have all these great glass storage jars and bottles, kitschy glasses, vintage plates from once-loved NYC restaurants that are no longer in service, and ceramic dish ware to store your eggs, berries, milk – you name it. They even have a cute NYC section that appeals to the tourist and local alike. For a city full of people with tiny kitchens and no storage space, it is amazing how many of us show up there on any given day for something we just can’t do without.
Where It Is and Why I’ll Miss It: Manhattan, Flatiron District, 19th Street and Park Avenue; Endlessly Appealing Kitchen Stuff that Will Lighten Your Outlook.
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Jacob’s Pickles
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Westsider Books
One day I hope to inherit a crumbling manor from a long-lost relative in England. I will build big fires in the stone hearth overtaking the living room, take my girls on romps through the green and dewy grounds, and explore the shelves of dusty books in the library. The fact that I have no English ancestry does not deter me from this fantasy. Sometimes you gotta do what you can to get through another winter afternoon in your two bedroom apartment that you share with two small children. When I tire of merely dreaming of this unlikely scenario and desire some visual confirmation that it exists, I head to Westside Rare Books.
This shop is small and cramped. It has the beyond cool ladder that attaches to and glides over bookshelves that reach the ceiling.
Books are everywhere: piled on the staircase that cuts through the center of the store, on the stand out front, and even on the floor (along with some vinyl records that I won’t tell my husband about).
If I’d written this post 5 years ago I would tell you to visit here before the giant Barnes and Nobles on 83rd and Broadway runs it out of business. Now, I would say visit here before everyone starts reading on their kindles. Then again, the shop seems to be thriving despite all modern convenience has thrown its way, so maybe the best advice is to visit it not because you are trying to save a shop that seems out-of-place in modern times, but simply because it is worth seeing. Especially if you need to collect some books to display in your manor (or beach house, or cabin in the woods, or other dream space).
Bangers and Mash
If you are going to cook some of those cumberland sausages you picked up from Myers of Keswick, I highly recommend you follow this recipe. I didn’t create this recipe myself – if you are going to cook some “proper” English pub food, you should consult an English chef. My favorite: Jamie Oliver, also known as the Naked Chef. He has never led me astray, and I own five of his cookbooks. This one I borrowed, with a few tweeks, from his cookbook “family dinners”. Every single time I make it I get rave reviews. True perfection would mean serving it with an Old Speckled Hen or Boddingtons…
(Serves 4)
1.5 lbs cumberland sausages
2 cloves of garlic, peeled and finely sliced
a bunch of fresh sage, leaves picked
olive oil
a bunch of fresh rosemary, leaves picked
5 medium potatoes (yukon golds work great)
1 1/4 cups milk
8 tbs butter
4 tbs freshly grated horseradish (this makes a big difference), or you can used jarred
3 medium red onions, peeled and finely sliced.
5 tbs balsamic or red wine vinegar
2 beef or chicken bouillon cubes (yes, Jamie recommends bouillon – I used some homemade beef stock, but I’ve made it both ways and you can’t go wrong)
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Untwist sausage links and squeeze them though, rolling them in a tight circle. Tuck the sage leaves and garlic between the layers of sausage. You can run a couple of rosemary stocks through them to keep them together, or just let them be. Place on an oiled sheet, drizzle with olive oil, and sprinkle with rosemary leaves. Cook in the preheated oven for about 20 minutes, until crisp and golden. A few minutes before sausages are ready, throw a few sage leaves next to the sausage after drizzling in oil. They will become crispy and delicious.
Chop of potatoes. Boil them in salted water until cooked. Drain, add milk, 5 tbs butter, and horseradish. Keep warm at back of the stove.

Make onion gravy by frying onions very slowly in a little oil, covered, for about 15 minutes (until soft). Remove the lid, turn up the heat and brown the onions. Pour in vinegar and boil until it almost disappears.

Turn heat down, add 3 tbs butter, bouillon cubes, and 2 and a half cups water or same amount of stock. Simmer until you have a nice gravy consistency.
Serve sausages on top of potatoes and spoon onion gravy over the top. Scatter with crispy sage leaves. Eat. Then immediately return to Myers of Keswick for more sausages.
Myers of Keswick
Have you ever been homesick for a place you’ve never lived? I have because I have been to Myers of Keswick. This is where all British ex-pats currently living in New York do their shopping, their eating, their mourning for what they miss back home. The first time I went to the shop I had not yet visited England and I was so intrigued by the products I saw there. Chicken flavored potato chips! A scotch egg!?!?! Vegemite???? Now, after spending some time in Great Britain and even more time at Myers of Keswick, I know these British delicacies should be stored in my cupboards, fridge, and freezer at all times.
What makes this place so unique is that it sells snacks, candy, grocery and drug store items, freshly baked goods, and homemade sausages all in one small, quaint shop. In one trip you can buy crisps (chips to us), toffee, gooseberry jam, baked pork pies, and fresh Cumberland sausages. Most people with a British accent leave the store with about 7 bags of goods, all the while complaining that the store is out of mushy peas.
I try to limit myself to a few pounds of their amazing cumberland and chipolata sausages, but always break down at the last minute and buy some pork and stilton pies and sausage rolls. Then, I nab a homemade scone which sits on a stand near the register (how could you resist!). I recommend eating the scone on the bench out front. Munch on some funny-flavored chips on the subway ride home. Save the rest for snacks and dinner later. I can promise you that before long you will be missing England whether you’ve been there before or not.





































