A week in the Catskills, Part 1
Unlike most summers in the past, this year I barely left the city. There are a few perks to sticking about, like getting into your favorite restaurants on weekends when it seems nearly everyone has left except you. But mostly you just wish you were in Europe or at a beach house somewhere. At the last minute my friends and I decided we’d rent a house in the Catskills for a week in August. Best. Idea. Ever.
We stayed in a small house in Andes, NY. An adorable… town? It’s so small I’m not even certain it qualifies as a town. There is no grocery store. Just the gas station run by a bubbly older woman named Candy, who was constantly sharing her favorite recipes, and digging into her own kitchen to get us ingredients she didn’t have for sale. She even saved the first eggs to come in each morning from the farm behind her just for me. And then there was the farm stand at the end of the road, filled with stunning new vegetables every single morning with a jar of dumdums to snack on while you shop; every type of squash you can possibly imagine, cucumbers, potatoes, beets, corn, heirloom tomatoes and onions. The perfect time of year to be surrounded by farms. I’ve never eaten so many consistently fantastic vegetables in my life. Nearly everything we consumed for the entire week was grown or produced within just miles of our house.
The best part about my friends is that they are as obsessed with food and cooking as I am. So the majority of our time together revolved around visiting local food producers & farms, cooking, eating & preserving. It was perfect.
Somehow I had never made it to the Catskills in all my 10 years of living in NY. I’ll definitely be back next year.