Tuesday, April 20, 2010
reason number one to move
in my quest to find my next choice for city living, seth and i have been traveling around the country checking out the possibilities. while i certainly have a lot more to say about my amazing weekend in chicago with mary ann and austin than this post will reflect, there is one thing that pushed chicago right to the front of the pack.
it smells like chocolate.
yes, chocolate. and by chocolate i mean, fresh baked, double fudge brownies that have just come out of the oven. after investigation we discovered the smell comes from a local chocolate factory, blommer chocolate.
http://www.blommer.com/
what better way to lure a woman to a city? i don't even have a fighting chance.
it smells like chocolate.
yes, chocolate. and by chocolate i mean, fresh baked, double fudge brownies that have just come out of the oven. after investigation we discovered the smell comes from a local chocolate factory, blommer chocolate.
http://www.blommer.com/
what better way to lure a woman to a city? i don't even have a fighting chance.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
cilantro again? really?
yes, really. it's a hot debate. and everyone who knows me sends me tons of articles to either (1) make fun of me or (2) attempt to scientifically explain my utter aversion to it. this article doesn't add too much to the debate but it certainly makes me feel vindicated for the following exchange:
In a television interview in 2002, Larry King asked Julia Child which foods she hated.
She responded: “Cilantro and arugula I don’t like at all. They’re both green herbs, they have kind of a dead taste to me.”
“So you would never order it?” Mr. King asked.
“Never,” she responded. “I would pick it out if I saw it and throw it on the floor.”
julia child is certainly good company. VINDICATED!
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/14/dining/14curious.html?hp
In a television interview in 2002, Larry King asked Julia Child which foods she hated.
She responded: “Cilantro and arugula I don’t like at all. They’re both green herbs, they have kind of a dead taste to me.”
“So you would never order it?” Mr. King asked.
“Never,” she responded. “I would pick it out if I saw it and throw it on the floor.”
julia child is certainly good company. VINDICATED!
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/14/dining/14curious.html?hp
Monday, April 5, 2010
ode to the park
the weather in new york this weekend is the reason people pledge their undying devotion to this city. it was a perfect 70 degrees, with just the right amount of breeze and sun. because it is early april, no one knows quite how to dress to avoid being too hot or too cold. i saw bikini clad girls and shirtless boys starting their tan of the season and other people walking around wearing sweaters and jeans. the air is electric with the possibility of, well, anything.
this time of year reminds me of the spring when seth and i became friends. i would trek into the city and we would meet for brunch, inevitably ending up in hudson river park to people watch, talk and sometimes nap. that spring reintroduced me to my love affair with new york city and frankly, reawakened me out a very long hibernation from life. hudson river park is like a magnet to me now, the minute the temperature creeps into the upper 60s it is the first place i want go.
so, this weekend, after brunch with an old friend, i started walking home and found myself walking west on christopher to meet seth at the park. as i crossed the west side highway, the sights and sounds of the park came flooding back to me as if i was there yesterday. the park was filled with packs of the beautiful boys of the neighborhood, bikers, roller bladers, dogs of all sizes, couples on picnics, friends playing clue and chess and people dozing lightly in the sun. in a nod to spring, it seemed like no one was wearing black; i only saw a sea of bright blues, pinks and yellows.
after reading for a few hours, we were packing up to leave when i heard clapping and cat calls coming from my left. never one to shy away from a spectacle, i had to investigate the commotion. to be surprise, i found a large group of people jumping rope, double dutch style. three women had shown up to the park armed with two jump ropes and challenged a group of boys to see what they were made of. naturally, the challengers could double dutch like nobodies business and to my surprise, a few of the boys kept up with them. the crowd encouraged the jumpers to keep up their momentum as well - when someone managed to get into the jump ropes without tripping, they were met with fierce applause. anyone could try and those who did were nicknamed by the women. my favorite nickname was "pink sunshine" for a boy in a pink sweater. it fit.
seth and i stood there for about 20 minutes watching them jump and listening to the cat calls. somehow those 20 minutes on saturday afternoon simultaneously reminded me of the fun i had in elementary school on the playground and of my daydreams from that fateful spring four years ago. i firmly believe the magic of hudson river park enables me to conjure up such vivid memories and emotions. and the smile has yet to leave my face.
this time of year reminds me of the spring when seth and i became friends. i would trek into the city and we would meet for brunch, inevitably ending up in hudson river park to people watch, talk and sometimes nap. that spring reintroduced me to my love affair with new york city and frankly, reawakened me out a very long hibernation from life. hudson river park is like a magnet to me now, the minute the temperature creeps into the upper 60s it is the first place i want go.
so, this weekend, after brunch with an old friend, i started walking home and found myself walking west on christopher to meet seth at the park. as i crossed the west side highway, the sights and sounds of the park came flooding back to me as if i was there yesterday. the park was filled with packs of the beautiful boys of the neighborhood, bikers, roller bladers, dogs of all sizes, couples on picnics, friends playing clue and chess and people dozing lightly in the sun. in a nod to spring, it seemed like no one was wearing black; i only saw a sea of bright blues, pinks and yellows.
after reading for a few hours, we were packing up to leave when i heard clapping and cat calls coming from my left. never one to shy away from a spectacle, i had to investigate the commotion. to be surprise, i found a large group of people jumping rope, double dutch style. three women had shown up to the park armed with two jump ropes and challenged a group of boys to see what they were made of. naturally, the challengers could double dutch like nobodies business and to my surprise, a few of the boys kept up with them. the crowd encouraged the jumpers to keep up their momentum as well - when someone managed to get into the jump ropes without tripping, they were met with fierce applause. anyone could try and those who did were nicknamed by the women. my favorite nickname was "pink sunshine" for a boy in a pink sweater. it fit.
seth and i stood there for about 20 minutes watching them jump and listening to the cat calls. somehow those 20 minutes on saturday afternoon simultaneously reminded me of the fun i had in elementary school on the playground and of my daydreams from that fateful spring four years ago. i firmly believe the magic of hudson river park enables me to conjure up such vivid memories and emotions. and the smile has yet to leave my face.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
at first i thought this was cool
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=98695984
but in fact, it's lame. cilantro stinks. although maybe living with seth is the reason my sense of smell is dulled. survival.
but in fact, it's lame. cilantro stinks. although maybe living with seth is the reason my sense of smell is dulled. survival.
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