Showing posts with label Fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fun. Show all posts

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Sunday Play


It was a lovely weekend that kicked off with woodfire pizza in Chester, CT and ended with a stroll through Prospect Park, where everything from kickball to wiffleball, softball to soccer, chase and catch, were being played.

In between was my cousin’s Sweet 16 birthday party, which included catered burgers and fries, a chocolate fountain, DJ and dancing and tons of people. Wow. It also included summer staples/Connecticut must-haves: lobster rolls and DQ.

Do you remember your sixteenth birthday? What was your celebration like? What were you primarily concerned with? What did you think you’d be when you were “an adult”?

Sunday, May 18, 2014

When the quotidian is sublime

It was a good week. Just a typical, nothing outrageous, week, but it was brilliant.

Work is super enjoyable and not stressful at the moment. Do you realize what a big difference it makes when you're not constantly rushing to and from the office, preparing for meetings and presentations, worried if what you're producing is good enough? Of course you do - we all do it, all the time. Thankfully, my job has been so manageable lately - the perfect balance of business. And I'm loving my colleagues. And we're temporarily working in Soho, which makes coming and going every day, not to mention the lunch options (I'm currently obsessed with Birdbath), a joy.
I'm back at yoga once or twice a week and have time to read.

There were two great meals out this week: At Sfoglia and Waverly Inn. They're both so charming and cozy, and absolutely delicious, I want to move right in.



The former was a brilliant solo date, where I took myself out for a meal before going to see Michael Pollan, my hero, the reason I haven't eaten red meat in 15 years (!) now, at the 92Y. I get panicky when I don't have reading material so I went to the fabulous Kitchen Arts  & Letters beforehand and chose Molly Wizenberg's new memoir, only to discover when I got to the Y that we got a free copy of Cooked - woohoo!


The latter was a brilliant date-date with my man. He made reservations for dinner and got tickets to see John Wesley Harding's Cabinet of Wonders at City Winery. Just for fun.
 
It was the second Saturday night in a row that we went into the city for a night of it, last weekend being my friend's lovely wedding, where we had fun, dancing and laughing with old friends. (And took note, since our wedding is now less than a month away!)

In fact, this past week also included a tasting with our caterer...
... and we're trying to wrap up all loose ends, final details and backup plans.

I even had time to finish a freelance assignment.

And Andrew ran the Brooklyn Half Marathon, so I met him out at the finish line in Coney Island. He's a champ - made the whole thing look easy.
I am so mindful right now of how much I'm enjoying the pace and contents of life. So my question is: what is the secret? How do I hold onto this feeling of awareness, appreciation and balance? I know work is going to pick up. That stress will come as the wedding gets closer. That I'll simply wake up one morning, less aware, more ambivalent. How do we preserve the days of fulfillment and always draw strength and inspiration from them?

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Summer lovin'

If you ask me, summer can never be long enough. A week on the Cape, a couple weeks of working long hours, tunnel vision on apartment purchase and renovations and suddenly, the season is threatening to come to a close. Not so fast.

This weekend was a deliberate attempt to squeeze summer into every minute.

We got rained out of roof deck cocktails at The Met, but still saw the Photography and the Civil War exhibition and strolled through the achingly impressive corridors. (And got our cocktails at Bemelmans instead.)
We walked the car-free streets to Balthazar for a breakfast of omelettes and waffles. 

And then admired our fair city before hitting the Staten Island Yankees' stadium for minor league baseball, followed by a late-night dinner at Alimentari e Vineria.

Weekend highlights also included a High Line stroll...
And... a cupcake. A beautiful banana cupcake, topped with cinnamon honey frosting.
How are you squeezing the best out of summer?

Friday, August 9, 2013

The Parisians come out in summertime

Oui, oui, many Parisians flee the city in August. The others, they simply flee to the park.
Parc de la Villette...
The Louvre and Jardins des Tuileries...

Parc de Bercy...

Hipster heaven, Parc des Buttes Chaumont...
Place des Vosges
 Or even the pavement outside the Pompidou.
Take your pick!

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Three years ago, I did this

I did it. Today was Pierre Hermé’s Jour du Macaron, and, oui, mesdames et messieurs, I did the full circuit. I could have returned chez-moi with a ridiculous cache of 53 macarons. But because I’m a woman of restraint, and I came home with only 47. Actually, 43, since I ate four along the way.

So the premise of le Jour du Macaron is you can go to any one of Pierre Hermé’s six boutiques in the city, and get three free macarons of your choice. (While there, you’re encouraged to drop some coins into a box for a couple different charities—a very nice gesture.) But if you go to all six boutiques, and get a card stamped to prove it, you’re rewarded with a box of 35 macarons. What does one girl do with 35 macarons, much less 53?! Well, I’m eating as I type, for one thing…

I intended to do something like the Tour du Chocolat and Velib to all six boutiques. But they’re spread pretty well across the city so I alternated between bike, foot and Metro.

At 10:15, the madness began. There was already a line out the door of the rue Bonaparte location, having just opened at 10.


I started there because I knew it would be the craziest, being Hermé’s first boutique and being in Saint-Germaine. But after a relatively swift move through the line, I got my three: milk chocolate and Earl Grey tea, vanilla and le Magnifique: raspberry and wasabi.

Yes, they are as delicious as they sound.

Then I pedaled onto the rue Vaugirard location. Not as crazy, not at all. My three choices?


Pistachio, caramel and an unbelievable mélange of peach, apricot and saffron.


A few metro stops later, I was in the 16th arrondisement, at avenue Paul Doumer.

There, I scooped up chocolate, the mind-bending white truffle and hazelnut and apricot and pistachio.


At Publicis Drugstore, my fourth location, there was a pretty serious line and the employees were coming through it to stamp cards. Once my stamp was added, I decided to save myself the 10-minute wait in line and forgo those three free macarons. Really. How gluttonous can one be?

The next stretch of the circuit was fun as it took me on my old commute from the Champs-Elysée down to the first arrondisement. I pulled right up to the Velib station in front of the rue Cambon location and hopped in line.


By now, it was after noon and the waits were taking awhile. But I figured I was still on target to finish by 2.



I got my card stamped, excited that I had just one more stop, and ordered up the Médélice, lemon and hazelnut praliné; Fragola, raspberry and balsamic vinegar; and the much-acclaimed olive oil and vanilla. Trust me, it’s delicious.

I left the Galeries Lafayette location to last, which was a mistake: it was the craziest scene. I stood in line for 45 minutes, hungry for proper nourishment, having only eaten a banana and another macaron. I was anxious to have the circuit done. Still on track for my 2pm goal, but I hate waiting for food.


Finally, I got up to the counter and surprised the guy when I told him I’d skip the three freebies and just get to my free boite.

Have you ever created your own assortment of 35 macaron flavors? It was crazy. I just kept ordering more and more. And more.

Lemon, jasmine, coffee, milk chocolate and passionfruit, chocolate and cassis, just plain old chocolate, more vanilla, more pistachio, more caramel, two more of my favorites… more, more, more!

I have to find out how many macarons they went through today.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

After the calm came the insanity

Our day passed in Colombe del Sacramento was such an anomaly: quiet, peaceful, completely unrushed. No agenda except catching the ferry to and fro.


Not that Buenos Aires has been hectic or intense. We’ve passed our days leisurely walking, walking, walking… 


Through Palermo Soho and Palermo Hollywood, where the cafes and boutiques are supercool: independent, eclectic, arty, inspiring.



In the parks, where the trees are enormous and the dogs, tres content.




Through the streets with a mishmash of architecture that altogether give this city its great vibe.






 
But Thursday night, we went to “La Bombonera”—the 50,000-person capacity soccer stadium for the Boca Juniors.
Andrew arranged tickets through a tour company, who drove us to La Boca (the neighborhood), where the streets were writhing with fans in blue and yellow.



The cops stood guard. My lipstick and pen were confiscated, tossed into the gutter, and we entered the stadium. 

For the next four hours, we were crushed in the SRO section, tossed between sweaty, fanatical men cheering as if their lives depended on the game. And I sometimes thought my life depended on the outcome of the game.

But we survived. We survived! Even though we lost and had to wait, standing, getting jostled by the still cheering crowd for 45 minutes after the game, we survived. It’s really hard to relay how amazing that is.