Este pictures (each link is about 15 pictures in a zip file):
Here is a video I took on February 8 from the Hilton overlooking Ground Zero. They are working 24 x 7 x 366 at the bottom of the hole. I've never seen a construction site before where all the equipment was in action. Note the subway train going through the middle of the site at the end of the video.
Susan's cookbook, Recipes I Didn't Get from My Mother
Instructions: The entire cookbook is an 800Kb pdf download. Save it on disk or read it in your browser. Click on the Bookmarks tab at the left side of the screen to see a bookmark for each recipe. Click on the bookmark to go straight to the recipe.
From a recent review of Recipes I Didn't Get from My Mother:
Woodward's latest cookbook is no less a literary than a culinary triumph. The commentary is at the same time deeply philsophical and wonderfully whimsical. Even the recipe names reveal fundamental creativity. Think carefully, in three languages, about the name of her recipe for chop suey. You will never regret picking the book up and browsing at random. And you will never regret cooking any of the recipes. In a hurry? Make italian sausages with green and red bell peppers and onions. Got all day? Make bouillabaisse and your guests will be forever in your debt (and coming back for more). Don't miss the menu suggestions at the back: A supper for people you are fond of in the season of peaches, Another great dinner party only for people who deserve it (featuring bouillabaisse), A decadent Baja breakfast, and, best of all, A supper to make Bob Hall happy.
Susan Woodward was raised on steak, salad, and tacos plus occasional Cantonese food in Ojai Valley. She tasted Béarnaise sauce, an embellishment offered with her 2,083rd steak, on an expedition to Los Angeles in 1965. Her search for a recipe resulted in the acquisition of Julia Child’s inspiring and influential Mastering the Art. Beginning in 1966, she attended UCLA, where she was tantalized by Veblen and Hayek, became suspicious of Rombauer, Freud, and the other pantheorists, and discovered philosophy, social science and the foods of Asia beyond Canton. From 1985 to 1995 she lived mainly in Washington, DC, where she complained about the supermarkets and the summer weather. In 1995 she married Bob Hall, fellow traveler in (almost) all matters. Now she votes and pays taxes in Menlo Park, and has rediscovered the pleasure in hot weather, found supermarkets that are nearly perfect, and lives once again amidst a number of superb Cantonese restaurants.