New York Food: SMORGASBURG

Isn't that a delightfully pleasurable word?

SMORGASBURG.

smorgasburg.

smorgasburgsmorgasburgsmorgasburg.

sounds like a yummy treat.

a gooey melty treat.

a delightfully, deliciously, fried or breaded or fresh or organic or allofthat or just freaking well thought out and executed and yummy yummy yummy.

apparently

williamsburg

(my neighborhood!)

as part of the brooklyn flea

hosts a food flea market

EVERY SINGLE SATURDAY

now through november 7th.

(my mom thought that AsiaDog was awful.)

(sooooo yum)

i'm going OFTEN.

today,

james and i tried to go to yoga 

(emily succeeded)

jogged instead

went to smorgasburg

and ate everything.

you'll see a lot of food pics OFTEN.

because i'm delighted this exists four blocks from me.

SOOOOO HAPPY.

(fried anchovies! i didn't eat them!)

drum roll please!

there's something about a good pair of friends that never fades.

 ever.

there's something about growing as young women with a good pair of friends.

something about the diversity.

the play of personality.

the way you share everything, love everything, experience everything, together.

there's something about them that just doesn't quit.

mary and genevieve

are

both

engaged!!

and i'm feeling incredibly nostalgic.

these are women that i want everything for.

these are women that i would do anything for.

these are the beautiful women that grew up with me when i was growing as fast as i could.

i'm excited to celebrate with and for them!

do you have friends like this? friends you'd do anything for? i'm grateful for mine. :)

New York Places: The Strand Bookstore

The Strand Bookstore 

is one of those places

that every New Yorker and non-New Yorker know about.

It's LARGE

(18 miles of books on three floors)

It's HISTORICAL.

(famous writers through the ages have spent countless hours here,)

and it's INEXPENSIVE.

it's a used book store.

or a liquidated book store.

or a something book store where you get a lot of books for cheap

(but not cheaper than the library, boys and girls!)

but it's the kind of place you can get dreamy in.

if you have the time, the patience, and can detach from the hordes of folks milling about

you'll feel transported,

airy,

and open for chance.

there's nothing quite like stumbling upon a good book.

there's nothing quite like having a book call your name

reaching up,

picking it off the shelf,

and realizing you have just enough dollars to buy it.

The Strand Bookstore

the place for dreamers.

Subway Reads: Ma, he sold me for a few cigarettes

everyone reads on the subways.

everyone that can, at least.

even parents read to their kids!

and sometimes i read to philip!

that's it, cell phones or books

and i chose neither for the first six to eight weeks we were here

mostly because i just didn't have a book.

i haven't talked too much on here about the 

lack of a plethora

of things

we brought (or didn't bring) with us,

but i still can't believe i haven't worn holes through all the socks i have 

OR

stretched my jeans out too terribly.

so,

i didn't have a book!

and then one day,

i was walking to the train,

and lo/behold there was a book table set up.

with little irish people behind it.

and, apparently,

because it was the weekend before St. Patrick's Day

the Irish Center of New York

was giving away books

GIVING AWAY BOOKS

about Irish things.

they asked only that you took one. 

REAL BOOKS.

new books

BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS.

i asked the lady what her favorite was,

and she didn't have an answer,

so i picked up a memoir.

i always love memoirs.

turns out,

"Ma, he sold me for a few cigarettes,"

is one of the most awful/most beautiful books you might ever read.

one book in a series

this is the real tale of a baby/girl/child

growing up poor as heck in ireland in the depression ages.

she suffers a lot of things

mostly - an abusive step dad and being smarter than him.

he uses it to his advantage, often beating her and making her work for the family

while he sits on his ass and eats all the food.

i wept.

a lot.

i hugged philip and asked to be held.

i recounted tale after tale after tale in the book

completely appalled and abashed that this happened/happens/is happening.

I highly recommend it.

I'd ABSOLUTELY read the rest of the books in the series,

and i'm happy that this is the one book that kicked me back into my reading habits.

Fedorable

Cheddar's white fedora

was probably the best Event of my family's entire visit to New York City for me.

Don't get me wrong.

The few days they were here were miraculous.

I love them, and they love me!

But.

You can't miss that fedora.

Am I right, or am I right?! :D

shell shocked

you know

how something happens

something BIG

and no matter 

how much you've planned

or how much you expected it

or how much you prepared or dreamed about this BIG thing

it still takes you by surprise?

the reality of it is so much more substantial than anything your dreams could have ever given you?

holding your new grandson?

missing the friends you grew up with?

winning the lotto?

oh wait - who know what that feels like? ;P

New York is kind of like that.

I've dreamed of this my whole life, and I never knew how or why or where or when I'd end up here, but I knew I would, and that dream has been burning alive and bright for always.

It's shocking, in the good way.

Jumping into water,

sky diving for five minutes.

Falling out of a tree and landing on the ground with nobody to see you.

Doesn't kill you, you feel a little more rounded out after it, and overall, it's just the things to really kick your butt into gear, into LIVING. you can't stay stagnant in a city like this. to do so goes against all that this city is. this is a city of action and movement, and moving is what makes opportunity.

MOVING is what made this opportunity.

Super Days

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I've been experiencing lately, an onslaught of what is to be known as 

"Super Days."

It usually happens like this.

Philip works.

Philip works all day long, and we both just got paid.

and suddenly - 

suddenly 

like magic

i have this long, languorous, lovely day ahead of me 

in which i can and will do anything i want.

i've considered laying in bed and eating chocolates.

i've done that

for a little while

but a long, languorous, lovely day needs a bit more substance 

than just four gourmet treats.

So they start out great.

In an effort to "track" my life back to its most optimum happiness

see,

"pre-bistro,"

I chart out what i have tried and true tested to be

"good for me"

options.

i wake up early

but not too early

9 am.

i walk to yoga.

i take a yoga class.

i come home,

shower, 

snooze,

read,

eat,

and then do something wonderful.

New York City is THE city where all of my dreams come true.

This is the most beautiful city in the world, and even though the winter has been awful and the struggles have been piling up against us, 

we've done splendidly

and will continue to do splendidly

and this will all continue to GET EASIER.

my Super Days

are the best days in the world.

I work all week,

and then, all of a sudden

i have vacations from gray days.

i'm suddenly yoga-ing with celebrity instructors

having lunch in soho with friends

going to a broadway show

or

for that matter

any show i can get a ticket to

drinks and dinner with friends

meeting people on trains

keeping my smiling face bopping up

and figuring out just what can of life i'm living right now.

:)