Tied to the Whipping Post

Breakfast for dinner can be freeing. It's nice to break out of routine. I saw a quick clip of a movie coming out about the end of the world for the regular people and how they would react if they knew there was only two weeks left to live. It was said many would continue to go to their jobs to keep a sense of normalcy. Are you kidding me? That would be the LAST place you'd see me. I'd be running the streets in my chonies. I'd be breaking into the gourmet market and getting myself some of that good cheese. Let me try some of that aged beef hanging in that case at the butchers. A day at the beach, no, two whole days and in fact let's sleep there and wake up to the sound of ocean waves.

You know, with two weeks left to live I'm not really sure what I would do either. But I know I wouldn't go to work. At least tonight I will throw caution to the wind and have myself some eggs after dark.

I'm Up on a Tight Wire, One Sides Ice and One is Fire

When friends come to New York is about the only time I get out and see what the city has to offer. My bestest boy-gal pal KK came to town and we had a super star lunch at Republic in Union Square. Huge bowls of noodley soup. The highlight was the crispy tofu served with THE tastiest peanut sesame mustard sauce EVER! You wanted to crawl in there and lick your way out no foolin'.

I had the spicy beef broth noodles.

KK had the Vietnamese Vegetable Noodles. Mine was divine.

We took a stroll on the High Line. Been out there yet? Its actually special. There is a feeling of being somewhere else, another city, another atmosphere or dimension. Plus they have bathrooms.

The views of the city are unusual and the gardens are unique and inspiring. Plenty of spots to sit and chat or just take it in. It wasn't so crowded that you wanted to start punching your way out like most fun things in NY. There was space to move about the cabin and explore. I loved it actually.

KK comes almost once a year so its a good marker on where we are in life. We've been friends for 20 years or so. I hate to look at where I'm at in life don't you? But there I was in the same cowboy boots and jeans, cute earrings but that's about it. The lines in my face are telling stories now. Horror stories.

It's not all bad. I like me and all that nonsense. I've come to terms with the fact that I probably won't have a tight belly ever. Since I don't drink I seem more serious but I'm not. I hope I don't seem less fun. That'd be a bummer. Or was I ever that much fun? Gosh, now I'm questioning my idea of a good time. I know I liked the High Line.

Yes, go have lunch with a dear friend and take a walk on the High Line. Question all your life choices and be filled with doubt and self loathing.

Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again

I love to check out other people's shopping carts at the grocery store. What they buy says a lot about them. My neighbors aren't the healthiest group I've learned and they like the convenience of frozen foods. I had to ask. Why would someone buy 20 pot pies at once? Because they were on sale for some ridiculous price no doubt.

So I picked up two and saved them for a rainy day. I served them over smashed potatoes dressed with a little feta cheese and sour cream. I could see this being real easy to rely on convenience food. The way that molten thick chickeny gravy spreads its way through that mound of creamy potatoes. Girrrrl!