Chelsea Market

After work at Miss Martha's one afternoon, rather than go straight home, I met a dear friend of mine for dinner and a show in the lovely NYC. We walked considerably far, I suppose anything is far when it is smoldering, and stumbled upon one of my favorite places of all time: Chelsea Market. From a foodie's perspective, it is heaven on Earth, home to some of the most unique quality retailers. From a healthy eater's perspective, however, it poses a bit of a challenge. The first hallway we traversed, we passed three bakeries...among them the Fat Witch Bakery. They make specialty brownies of all delectable sorts, among other yum yums. Let's just say it took very much will power to keep walking.

For dinner we settled on Friedman's Lunch, and despite the enticing option of Macaroni and Cheese, I chose the Vegetable and Hummus sandwich on toasted sourdough; I had some turkey added. The sandwich included sprouts, tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, and for good measure a bit of avocado. It was filling, luckily, and lovely coupled with some brewed mint iced tea. Sadly, it was not much compared to my friend Catherine's pastrami on rye, but it was a good lesson in self-control.

After dinner we went to Buonitalia Italian market and my mouth fell to the floor, in salivation. The rows of imported Italian specialties reminded me fondly of the summer I spent in L'Aquila, Abruzzo, my freshman year of college. It happened to be the very place I met Catherine so it was a special moment of nostalgia for us. Let us pause and pledge allegiance to prosciutto and other cured meats... Yum. Again, I had to practice admirable self control in this place. I walked by each item, reading each label, and appreciating the quality of the foods. I did not purchase all I would have liked to but I did admire that culinary palace. I managed to buy my nana and mama their favorite Italian cookies, biscotti con panna. I enjoy watching other people eat the things I wish I could, oddly enough. I have one bite and share the experience without the overindulgence and crippling guilt of eating one too many biscotti.

One our way out, Catherine grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from Jacque Torres' fine chocolate shop... I elected to eat one the Chocolate Chip Spiced Cupcakes I made instead; they happen to be a yummy WW recipe. The cookie did have huge chocolate chunks folded into the batter but the residual grease left over at the end was not the most appealing. The aroma of a nearby Creperie was phenomenal and I do think that the entire experience was a good test for me. I must say, I passed with flying colors. I did not purchase any items from the Gift Basket store as I often do, snacking for days on unnecessary calories. No milkshake from Ronnibrook Dairy, no baguette from Amy's Bread, nor vat of Nutella from Buonitalia. I am quite proud. When I hit my next weight goal, I will return for one of those cookies though, but for now I can do without.

We walked to the subway and found the theatre just in time... We saw the New York Musical Theatre Festival's Best of Fest and it was PHENOMENAL. Really a spectacular display which showcased up and coming composers, shows, and talent. I was drooling, this time not over cookies, but over talented young men. Sadly most of them had significant others....other dreadfully talented young men. Sigh...

Regardless I forwent drinks and snacks at the theatre and simply enjoyed the performance, a new sentiment for me. Who does not love the Kit Kats at intermission, I ask you. But all in all it was yet another artistic/culinary experience, with many more to come.

Love, Loss, and What I Ate

A few weeks back, I saw a cute off-Broadway show called Love, Loss, and What I Wore by the sisterly writing duo Nora and Delia Ephron. Based on a book of illustrations by Ilene Beckerman it recounts the memorable moments of the author's life in terms of the lovely and sometimes awful clothes that she happened to be wearing at the those points in time. She spoke of first days of school, first dates, first marriages, and even second marriages for that matter. Prominent times in her life remained vividly affixed in her memory thanks to the colorful frocks and fanciful pieces that she remembered having on as she lived each day in and out. The show itself featured 5 women speaking in monologue and conversation format. Ranging in age, race, and experience, the women's stories were abundant and pleasantly varied. I was consistently laughing so hard, I felt pain deep in my stomach. That's the best kind of laughter and it was such a fun evening out with my mom, nana, sister, and family friend Joy. There was even a great sense of camaraderie for everyone in the audience; it was deeply personal and very relatable for each and every woman in attendance. Feeling fat, feeling thin, feeling fashionable or fake, happy or sad, included or not in the midst of family members, friends, and even strangers. The commonalities run through every woman's life and I strongly recommend seeing the play for a good laugh and a nice reflection on times past.

If, however, I had to write my own play, mine would be called Love, Loss, and What I Ate!Thinking within the constraints of the play, I too have very fond and vivid memories of past experiences, and yes I remember exactly what I was wearing. That dreadful sweater or a sweet and soft party dress. But more so, I remember exactly what I ate...

On my sixteenth birthday, we shared an enormous Cannoli filled sheet cake. Top layer was chocolate cake, and bottom was vanilla joined in the center by fresh raspberry preserves and chocolate chip filled cannoli cream. Instead of sickeningly sweet icing, it was covered in freshly whipped cream that was light and fluffy just how I like, with a subtle hint of vanilla.

When I was just fifteen, I went to the UK for a study abroad program and my host mum Dawn made us a gluten free pizza, as her daughter Nicola was allergic. I was not too excited to eat something as odd as pizza less the gluten but it was divine. The dough was unbelievably tasty and it was loaded with the freshest of vegetables. Mushrooms, broccoli, corn, peppers...you name it and it was on that pizza. I am not sure I ever enjoyed pizza more, but maybe that can be attributed to the company with whom I ate.

After playing outside one evening during the great snowstorm of 1996, my sister and I ran inside frozen to pieces in search of something warm. Mom had already prepared tomato soup with white rice (how we liked it)and warmly grilled cheese. We had hot cocoa as well with some whipped cream. We licked the bowl spotless and settled by the fire for a safe night in, snow falling at the window.

My first date ( I mean a real legit date with an actual man and not some foolish boy), this handsome guy Mark took me for Middle Eastern food at this great nook called Neyla in Georgetown, Washington DC. I had hummus with warm pita bread, generously seasoned chicken, and crisp vegetables. We split dessert :)

So maybe you do not recall what you had for breakfast this morning, but what I mean to say is that alot of emotions we feel are dictated by what's on our plate. We build memories around the dinner table, in the corner booth at the city diner, sitting all snug at our favorite coffee shop, or at some bar we cannot remember the name of; but that cutie you were talking too... you remember him alright! Next time you are feeling particularly elated, stop and think about what you happen to be eating. You never know, it may shape your favorite tradition or comprise a story you tell your grand babies someday.

Cookies in the Kitchen

What do you do when there are cookies in the kitchen? Well I know what I used to do. I would pour a nice tall glass of milk and grab four or five cookies. Get to dunking them and licking my fingers clean, crumbs in my lap and some chocolate around the corners of my mouth. My puppy Maggie Moo loves when there is anything on our faces, especially something sweet. But I cannot have four or five, can I? I'm not sure I should even have one. They are freshly baked and God knows how many calories they have. I imagine the number must be rather large...

So I walk inside from a long commmute, with a bit of a hunger headache starting to manifest. My nana went food shopping and bought me some fresh spinach, mixed baby greens, dried cranberries, sweet corn, and cucumbers for a nice salad. I love that combination for some reason. I anticipate a lovely salad as I open the door, and what do I see, or smell rather? Warm Toll House chocolate chip cookies. On the cooling rack for all to see. Obviously I had one...I had to. My will power was formidable at one point but it just broke down; so I had one and I felt bad but it was wonderful. Food-gasmic I like to say.

I tossed together a beautiful filling salad and added some tuna. Nana made my favorite dressing with olive oil and a bit of fresh lemon; it goes great with the crunchy greens and tuna. Paired with some lovely cherries, I had a yummy healthful meal but the cookie smell lingered. We happened to be babysitting, so I was diverted from the kitchen to take the baby for a walk. It was a little brisk outside and the sun was just setting, so it was a pleasant walk. I get home to see the cookies remain; I think they must be taunting me

Or perhaps my skinny mini sister that I adore does not realize just how much it sucks to cut back on the things you love to eat. If it was up to me, there would be no cookies in the house, but again that is not realism. So I have one cookie, brush the guilt aside since this lifestyle of living healthfully should be constant and not some fad or passing trend. Thinking of the end goal, I know that cookies in the kitchen will often happen, and other assortments and combinations of foods I should not have too, but life goes on... We all do.