I'm constantly reminded though that I'm not from here. Mostly from myself. I am a visitor, no matter how many years I pay rent. New Yorkers are so lucky to have been born here, to have family here or to have started their lives here. You are never awestruck and have learned to keep the poker face amidst just about any occurrence. You have the upper hand in most conversations regarding any part of the city. You are New York for all intents and purposes.
I put a whole lot of spices and flavor into this tomato chipotle broth for my poached chicken. I'm not sure if it paid off although it was very tender and juicy. I enjoyed it and kept saying how much I liked it. The surprise was these delicious fresh green beans just steamed and then sauteed in garlic and EVOO. Finished off with a big squeeze of lime and salt. Couldn't quit eating them.
No New York never tells you she loves you back maybe because she too sees that it could never really work between us, really and truly. She likes us too, the people that come looking for something here that they can't find in the cornfields of their own towns. Maybe we serve some sort of real purpose. We're nice and willing. I don't know how many of my dumbass friendly smiles go unanswered everyday you'd think I'd learn. We're always telling her how great she looks, so thankful just to hang. And seems like she'll let us for however long we're willing to pay out our ass just to stay here.
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