Alice Waters came to Brooklyn recently to make lunch in that apartment of Kim Severson, who writes for the New York Times. They shopped at the Union Square  Greenmarket and cooked in a Severson’s brownstone kitchen. I wish she’d visited the Food Coop. Here’s the New York Times’ article.

Did anyone see Alice, the great restaraunteur slow food/local ingredients revolutionary, who owns Chez Panisse in Berkeley, when she was here?

Also, read Alice Waters’ first blog post on the Times’ diner’s journal.

WHEN Alice Waters is coming over to cook lunch, the first thing you do is look around your house and think, I live in a dump.

Then you take an inventory of
the pantry. The bottles of Greek and Portuguese olive oil, once a point
of pride, suddenly seem inadequate. And should you hide the box of
Kellogg’s Raisin Bran and jettison those two cans of Diet Pepsi?

At
the end of the afternoon, when the last peach was peeled and my kitchen
was stacked with dirty pots, it didn’t really matter. Ms. Waters was
either too polite or too distracted to mention what was in my cupboard.
It turns out she travels with her own olive oil, anyway. And homemade
vinegar. And salt-packed capers.

Ms. Waters had agreed to spend a
hot September day shopping with me at the Union Square Greenmarket and
schlepping back to my first-floor apartment in brownstone Brooklyn to
make lunch.