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Constructing Favorite Foods

25th November 2012

Theres so many culinary treats spread around New York City, that I wish I had the time, money, and metabolism to go through all of them!

Over the course of a week, I ate through a handful of foods that I love around the city, and documented them with the help of scissors and construction paper.

1) Cereal milk ice cream with cornflake topping from Momofuku Milk Bar 2) Shrimp and cheese grits from Jacobs Pickles 3) Blood orange chocolate came from Venieros 4) Chocolate egg cream from Veselka

5) Ham and cheese scone from Alices Tea Cup 6) Black truffle sausage from Charlitos Cocina 7) Cheese pizza with olives from Lombardis

8 ) Teriyaki Balls from Mimi & Coco 9) Borscht from Veselka 10) Hamachi Kama (yellowtail collar) from Hagi 11) “The killer” drink (green apple, ginger, lemon, & cayenne) from Liquidteria

Good Sprits

14th November 2012

Have you met my ghost friends? I made them in hopes that they would do a good job at spooking people for Halloween, but they’re just little ghosts with short attention spans, a love for:

  • the New York public transit station
  • bodega owners
  • male models
  • climbing trees
  • and the equally as legless Starbucks logo! Despite they’re resistance to scare people, I still think they’re pretty ghoul cool.

I Love NY

9th October 2012

Today I return to New York for a week of New York Comic Con adventures, followed by a couple of weeks of packing up my apartment, for a big move! I haven’t been home in nearly 4 months and theres a couple of things that I’m really excited about doing and seeing while I’m there.

My dog Charlie. I had my grandma watch her when I was supposed to go on a trip. I ended up being gone for about 5 hours, but haven’t been able to pry Charlie and my grandma from each other ever since. At least I still have photos of our fun times together and visitation rights!

Riding my bike! I obtained a new bike about a month before I last left the city. I had so much fun riding up and down the West Side Highway that I nearly forgot that I was doing something good for myself while also saving money on cab and subway fares.

Charlie yawning! Have you ever tried touching a dogs tongue while it’s yawning? Do it. Its the cutest.

Juice bars I’ve been searching high and low for a place in Northern California that offers an array of freshly squeezed juices outside of Jamba Juice. It’s made me feel like a real snob but I honestly had no idea that getting overpriced liquidly vegetable concoctions was a craze that didn’t really go beyond the lovely hypochondriacs and male models that concur the streets of New York.  I’m really excited about visiting Liquiteria and downing a large glass of “The Killer” (green apple, double serving of ginger, lemon & cayenne. YUM!)

The colors! There’s no avoiding the slightly unnatural palette of colors that is spread through out the city. I’m excited about walking down the street and seeing the three tones of paint that it took to poorly patch up a graffitied gate and the chairs that are just trying to fit in with the rest of Union Square.

Charlie! Sometimes, she gets real jealous of inanimate objects and sticks her nose someplace on my face that makes everything completely awkward, just for attention. As if an iPad is ever going to out-cute a whimpering ball of fluff.

Papaya hot dogs! I’m not a hot dog fan, but that statement is a complete lie only for the 5 minutes that it takes to eat the most satisfying street food thats ever existed. I grew up on them, so everything just seems to pale in comparison I guess. The yellow counters, the tiny plate that barely holds those crisp salty dogs, and the lack of communication and eye contact that is involved with the guy behind the counter, all make me feel like I’m really home.

oh hey there, you cute little thing.

My friends!! I’m so lucky to have people in my life that are happy for me, greet me with a witty insult and take one in return, and are always ready to just pick up where we left off, no matter how much time has lapsed between visits.

Secret underground establishments. The city is so dense that everything is stacked on top of/ below everything else. Bars that you can still smoke in, cheap thrift shops, even ninja toy stores!

My view! There are aspects of my apartment that I’m not a huge fan of, but they all seem to drift away whenever I look out the window. From 17 floors up, I love seeing the morning fog reveal the layers of building, withered water towers, and stacks upon stacks of windows. Its totally dreamy. Like Andrew Keegan was in Teen Bop…but more atmospherical.

Have I mentioned Charlie? Shes got a great rack.

Cab access. I love knowing that 24 hours a day, there is always going to be a cab that I can hail down and argue with over my use of a credit card, if I need to.

Smoke Stacks. All throughout the city, huge orange tubes are visible from avenues away. I didn’t realize how unique it was to just see the street imitating a bong, until I left the city where there are none of these things puffing arou-

-heyyyyyy ya poodle. How’d you make it into this part of my post?

Green tea and fudge swirl ice cream! I love and miss this combination of flavors from Sundaes and Cones so much! I sometimes dream about it when I’m awake and driving. Unlike the ice cream, that is not the best combination.  I also haven’t been back since they finally opened Big Gay Ice Cream. The truck was SO tasty and hard to track down that I’m really excited to find them anchored to a store front (Monday Sundae, feed me your diabetes)

Broadway shows. My love for musicals really shines through when I go into a Broadway show….like pretty much any show….and and totally transfixed within 20 minutes. Sometimes, if you just show up 20 minutes before the show, the pretty much give you a ticket just to fill up the theater. Although its not exactly a musical, I’ve been wanting to catch Relatively Speaking since it opened over a year ago. Its directed by John Turturro and features stories from Woody Allen and Ethan Cohen. How could it be bad?

just sayin’

Waiting for the train. Waiting for the train is a great excuse to reorganize my bag, challenge myself into making a playlist as fast as I can (or at least until the next train shows up), and to watch how ticked off people can get just by pointlessly looking into a dark tunnel and their watch, almost simultaneously.

Riding the train! I miss the people watching, the kids bold enough to lick the poles for no good reason, trying to hold my breath when the person next to me is eating a banana, and trying to suck in the air when they’re drinking their morning coffee.

Defaced trash. There’s just so much ridiculous defaced trash, that its…ridiculous.

Hanging out at Grand Central Station The glossy floors, the high ceilings, the hallow echo of hundreds of people stressfully walking from one end to the other. I love it all! I could sit there for days, if the cops would just believe that I’m not a hobo looking for shelter.

Brooklyn! I like the slightly less crowded streets, the rows of streets lined with pretentious coffee shops, and the groups of friends in the park that are too hip to admit just how hip they are.

Dog parks! The abundance of dog parks in the city makes television seem as exciting as watching a stain lift from a carpet. Theres so many dogs, that the parks are even separated into 3 diffrent parks for big pups, medium pups, and small pups. Charlie isn’t really great at socializing with the pups in her category. She much prefers the big ones.

She’s so damn cute. I should just kidnap her, already…

Pan Handel-ightful!

9th December 2011

The other day I was kind of aimlessly walking around a subway station to waste time and get out of the cold. I heard an echo of someone singing in a peculiar voice on the platform which is not something I usually pay attention to but I love old people. So, being that this person was singing as if she may be a 90 year old woman, I was obviously intrigued. I walked up the the platform of the F train to find this girl strumming a ukulele and fixing that Leonard Cohen song that I thought Jeff Buckleys polished mopey pony voice had ruined for me for good.

She had a bum knee and was tucked into a corner of the station that is commonly used as a hobos bathroom. Her clothes were tattered, and the pink hair that at some point must have made her seem like a whimsical pixie had grown out only to prove that she was just another person who was probably in a rough spot in her life. Yet her nails were still neatly painted, she showed  genuine gratitude for the only dollar in my pocket, and sang one of the heaviest songs made as if she were welcoming the only 2 hung over college students in the station, to an expense paid vacation to Hawaii. She was probably my age, so it may be strange to say, but she was adorable.

I loved her cute little song and that she kind of blushed and rolled her eyes when she messed up, and how she pretty much didn’t care about anything but what she was doing at that moment.

Encountering people like her remind me of why I love living in New York.

Nice Weather We’re Having

27th August 2011

Hurricane Irene is about to make her way into New York City. I realized this when I saw that very authoritative hot pink tape decided to stop me, and many other New Yorkers from going into the subway. While speaking to my mother this morning, we had an extremely casual conversation about it.

Mother: “Seems like people are really freaking out on the news. Did you stock up on….what ever you need?”

Me: “I got a lot of water but I really just plan on watching Breakfast at Tiffanys and if the power goes out, I’m just going to take a sleeping pill and wake up when its light out.”

Mother: “Oh good. You should try to make it down to the wine shop before its too late.”

Keep in mind, we lived in Florida where hurricanes were a very common occurrence. We lived through an El Nino!

It was a relief to find that affirmation of humor. Its been days of hearing the increased annoyance in Mayor Bloomberg’s voice during hours of press conferences on the news, and seeing the unbelievably long and panic stricken lines at every open grocery store in town.

I live on the 16th floor of an apartment building and looking out the window this morning was like looking directly into a cloud. It. Was. Awesome.

I went downstairs to venture around which was a bit eerie, in a way. This area never deals with hurricanes and because of it, I don’t think they know how to. Everywhere I go and every news report I hear makes it seem like the apocalypse is coming.

Nearly all the water has been snatched up from drug stores, and all of the trash cans have been emptied and turned over until the storm passes.

There is no explaining how grossly humid it actually is, as you’re walking down the street. Its like bathing in someones breath.

Nearly every shop decided to close down

Except for my beloved Gray’s Papaya hot dog stand.
Oh Papaya, you are the ultimate New York establishment.


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