Not A New Yorker

Think this is a coincidence?

notanewyorker — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 00:51:27 +0000

A Book of Mormon advertisement across from an article about Mitt Romney in New York magazine. Priceless.

Cookshop

notanewyorker — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 23:12:51 +0000

Apparently this is turning into a food blog…

Today I had a late lunch/brunch down in Chelsea at Cookshop. I highly recommend it; I also highly recommend making reservations. Having had eggs earlier in the day I opted for walnut-raisin French toast with mascarpone, Adam’s huevos rancheros were just as awesome. I knew I was going to love the place as soon as we sat down – the salt is served in a small bowl so you can reach in for a pinch. For the first time ever I wished that I liked Bloody Marys – the Meatpacking Mary sounded promising. Instead I went with Bees Knees, which was refreshing.

I’m rounding out my culinary day with a loaf from Big Booty Bread Co., a dangerously-delicious bakery on 23rd Street.

Frittata Sucess!

notanewyorker — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 16:12:08 +0000

As bittersweet as Sundays are, I do look forward to Sunday mornings. It’s the one day of the week Dave doesn’t work, so we can sleep in and be lazy. I usually try to get us out of bed in time to watch some of Sunday Morning; it’s one of my favorite shows. This morning I made a potato, spinach, ham and cheddar frittata with some toast & goat cheese. It was pretty quick and easy to make, although I’ve decided that I need to spring for a veggie peeler – peeling potatoes by hand is unnecessarily tedious.

Why didn’t this exist when I was in school?

notanewyorker — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 04:00:37 +0000

Thoughts from the Republican Debate

notanewyorker — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 03:57:08 +0000

1. Imagine Newt Gingrich in a turtleneck.

2. How many suits do you think Mitt Romney owns?

Nice try, Anthropologie.

notanewyorker — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 04:28:48 +0000

You think I’m going to let my $28 candle burn out when there’s an inch of wax left? Yeah right. I just dug out your inferior wick and jammed a tea light in there. I expect to get hours more scent out of you.

(Wick rage aside, I highly recommend this candle. It’s what I imagine heaven smells like.)

Grilled Cheese for Adults

notanewyorker — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 01:40:27 +0000

My friend and I met up in Chelsea to go shopping this afternoon. I was in the mood for a burger, but a good, greasy bar eluded us so we stopped in a cute place on 17&6 called Rye. There was a burger on the menu, but when I saw the truffle grilled cheese I completely abandoned my initial craving.

This glorious masterpiece was quite simple: fontina & goat cheese with truffle oil, served with arugula, mushroom and taro root. I can’t tell you how amazing it was; I wish it was socially acceptable to order two entrees.

FOMO

notanewyorker — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 16:32:50 +0000

My friends & I frequently discuss our struggles with FOMO – fear of missing out. Ninety percent of the time, I am perfectly happy with whatever I choose to be doing. Yesterday I was lazing around the house in my flannels & moccasins, making bread, and watching Up All Night – all great snowy-Saturday-night activities. However, when my friend Pete texted me to ask if I was going to his sister’s party downtown, I second-guessed myself. Yeah, it was snowy and gross out…but did I really want to miss seeing my friends? Sure, I’ll be spending 5 days with them in Vermont in a couple weeks…but maybe tonight will be something awesome. “Come on, I even gelled my hair for you” pushed me over the edge, and I relented.

So I got dressed and headed downtown to 7th & Avenue C. The guy driving my cab was a huge jerk – he was texting the entire drive (which is completely illegal) – and at the end of the ride he asked if I could see his phone.

“What? I can see that its on…why?”

“Because I’m texting girls all night, you know.”

Okay, well I’m glad I took down your medallion number because I’m reporting your ass.

I walked in the bar and immediately knew I made a mistake. Alphabet Lounge is about the size of a postage stamp and there was about 150 people jammed in there. I saw some of Pete’s friends waiting in the coat check line and made a beeline. The music was so loud that you had to do the ear-makeout just to have a conversation, which is one of my least favorite things to do (I imagine everyone feels that way). Girls I didn’t recognize kept coming up to me and yelling ‘HEY! HOW’S IT GOING!?!” Those were the only times I was glad it was too loud for conversation – a simple smile, nod, and point in the other direction was enough to get me out of a jam. I stuck it out for a few drinks, but after an hour I had to call it quits.

I know I lean more towards being a homebody, especially now that I have a boyfriend. But events like that typically make me doubt myself – should I be enjoying that? Am I a senior citizen trapped in a 24-year-old’s body? Last night, though, I was 100% sure that I wanted to be leaving and I was making the right choice. Does that mean I’m outgrowing FOMO? I guess only time will tell.

Greater Than Slush

notanewyorker — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 15:43:15 +0000

I’m usually quick to bemoan snow in the city, and even quicker to get enraged when it turns into grey slush 24 hours later. Yesterday, though, I was excited because it meant I got to put my new boots to the test. So far they have been amazing – just as dry as my rain boots but infinitely warmer. I think they’ll be perfect for my ski trip in a couple weeks!

I found a sponsor.

notanewyorker — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 01:30:07 +0000

If a more perfect sponsorship opportunity exists, I can’t think of it.