The Graces

Heading back out to the Hamptons tomorrow (Late summer's touch was an intoxicating brand, remember?), but not before I make a frittata out of farm-fresh eggs, a little Swedish cheddar, ripe tomatoes and perhaps a leek or two. Easy does it. Lunch was duck salad and a glass of champagne with a friend at Bar Tabac. 31 years later, I understand: you have to love yourself first.