My original first sentence for this post is as follows:
In New York, it is easy to go days, weeks even, without seeing anyone you like.
Though, I think that might be a little cliche.
So here is my second go at it:
I have ten million neighbors in my neighborhood. When when I bump into someone who I actually know, while just doing my neighborhood business, it makes my day.
We all have our neighborhood people. Mine include Mr. AM New York "how y'all doin this mornin!" who passes papers into the hoards of people transferring at the City Hall subway station...the school crossing gaurd who keeps the children safe while wearing headphones and texting (who may or may not lift her head to acknowledge anyone crossing) ... the crusty landlady who resents you taking yoga classes in her building and always yells for crowding the hallway... your neighborhood bums, corner store man, inescapable clusters of high school kids.. I find it way to easy to pop in the ear buds, or just space out as I cross paths with people, but often without so much as batting a lash, or flashing a smile.
I started writing this post because I have started to run into more of my friends in the street and it makes my day when I do. Even if it is for a split second and neither party can stop and chat, just getting that wave or shout out from someone you know makes this big city seem like a neighborhood.
But as I write, it is also becoming obvious that I should just be friendlier to my neighbors. It's not like it is hard to smile.
Monday, October 17, 2011
A few pics from our annual trek to VT over Columbus Day weekend. Some call it leaf peeping. I think Relaxing Weekend of Doing All That Is Fall is more appropriate.
and merriment had by all :)
Thanks you to everyone who donated to my Avon Walk!
The walk took place this past weekend and was a phenomenal event.
The opening ceremony was held on pier 84 at 44th street on Saturday morning. It was cold, windy, and offensively early for a weekend morning. But somewhere between the 12 year old speaker who raised $20,000 in memory of her mom, and finding out that the NYC Avon Walk raised 8.4 million dollars, the hour, the temperature and daunting task ahead of us became very trivial details. 8.4 million dollars. That's a shit load of money.
|Joey, Melissa, Me & Martha @ the Opening Ceremony|
I walked with my two of my best friends, Joey and Melissa. Melissa's mom, Martha, was our inspiration for participating in the walk. She came to NYC to cheer us on and support us throughout the big weekend. Over the 40 miles that we walked, we had tons of visitors, lots of laughs, a few blisters, a couple cranky meltdowns, but mostly great conversation.
|Diana and Martha, our first visitors, met us in Chelsea with posters :)|
|James, our logistics man/life simplifier, |
dared to carry the
|Day 2 Crossing the footbridge from Randall's Island to East Harlem|
The PERFECT weather
Saturating the BK bridge with pink
Hearing "thank you" from festive strangers lining the streets from Harlem to Soho to Brooklyn to the UES
Laying on the floor of Melissa's apartment and eating Lasagna after Saturday's 26.2 miles
Dipping into Two Little Red Hens for a Brooklyn Blackout cupcake
(and bit of 2008 era nostalgia) at 8:00 Sunday morning
The man with the "Titty Titty Bang Bang" poster
|Only an event for women, put on by a make up company, |
would have flowers on the port a potty doors.
|The bra-mobile. This guy drove laps around the city, |
honking and cheering.
|Butts in DUMBO|
Bottle necks at the beginning of each morning
The last 2 miles on Saturday. They were the hardest two of the weekend
Blisters and stiff hip flexors on Day 2
Navigating Soho during the high brunching hour
Walking behind a teenage girl with a t-shirt that said, "In It To End It For... the memory of my mom"
The vibe was incredibly positive. Survivors. Celebrating memories. Teams and togetherness. But damn. A couple times each day something would get me. I can't even imagine. I don't want to. I just hope they figure this thing out already.
|Love at the Finish Line|
Monday, October 10, 2011
While leaf peeping in Vermont this past weekend, I made a killer Spaghetti Squash dish that it's predators raved about, as if they could not believe it was a vegetable. Inspired by Melissa's request for spaghetti Squash, the Epicurious app's walnut pesto recipe, and Ariel's parents' fridge, I concocted Rosemary Asiago Spaghetti Squash. It was super simple and delicious.
Rosemary Asiago Spaghetti Squash
One spaghetti squash, halved and seeded
a handful of olive oil
1 clove garlic, grated/pressed
1-2 tbsp. fresh rosemary, chopped
1/2 cup asiago cheese, grated
salt and pepper to taste
a splash of olive oil
Preheat oven to 375. Lube up the squash with your olive oil. Place face down on a baking sheet and bake for an hour.
Take the squash out, let it cool for a few minutes. When you can handle it, scrape the flesh with a fork to make spaghetti looking squash. Dump it all in a bowl.
Add everything else. Stir it up. Eat.