Twelfth Night

Saw 12th Night featuring Anne Hathaway in Central Park today.  It was beyond amazing.  Best Shakespeare I’ve seen.  It happens to be my favorite Shakespeare play.  But it’s late now, so not many details to give.  I’ll leave a favorite quote from the play, one of many.

What is love? ’tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.

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Bites: Have a cupcake, it'll make you feel betta

  • I truly believe in the healing power of cupcakes.  After a particularly hellish day at work, a co-worker and I went back to Magnolia, where I had their caramel cupcake for the first time.  It was the best damn cupcake I’ve ever had.  The frosting was nice and light with a creamy gob of caramel on top, and they somehow managed to almost caramelize the edges of the cupcake which made it DIVINE RULER OF CUPCAKES.  Needless to say, I felt perfectly happy after that and my work day was far in the past.
  • The next day we cut out of work early and went to a fruit stand.  We bought raspberries and some perfectly ripe and juicy nectarines, and ate them in Central Park.  Central Park is amazing.  It’s gorgeous and every part is different.  You could explore it for days. (We only had a few hours.)  All the people being active, having fun, chilling out, living…I don’t know what it is, but something about Central Park makes me want to fall head over heels in love, lol.  For now, I’ll just be in love with Central Park…and fresh fruit…and caramel cupcakes…
  • I finally had some Cuban food, only I didn’t cook it.  Nonetheless, it was quite delicious.  My aunt, uncle, cousin, and I went to visit my abuelo in West New York, and afterwards we went to a Cuban restaurant around there, Rumba Cubana (corner of Broadway and 75th).  The menu had a great selection of Cuban cuisine, and the atmosphere was tropical and laid-back.  We had mofongo to start–it was good but they used too much garlic, practically kicked back when I bit into it.  (The origins of mofongo, fried platains that are crushed with garlic and pork cracklings, are shady since it’s a part of Dominican and Puerto Rican cuisine as well.  Good ole Wikipedia suggests that it has its origins in an African dish called fufu.)  For my main course I had congri and lechon asado (pork with mojo sauce), with fried plantains and avocado.  My uncle had masitas de puerco (chunks of fried pork) and my aunt ate vaca frita (fried beef).  It was comfort food for sure.  I’m smiling just thinking about it. cubanfoodcollage
  • I tried two new places today.  For lunch I went to Guy & Gallard, which has a great selection of high-quality foods–sandwiches, salads, wraps, etc.  They have an extensive build-your-own-salad station that was very popular with the lunch crowd.  I had intended on getting a salad, but everything just sounded so interesting.  I stood around for 10 minutes trying to decide, until finally spitting out a random number for a sandwich to the guy taking orders.  I ended up with a prosciutto, mozarella, roasted red pepper and arugula sandwich, which was quite delicious.  I really like this place and will be going back.  I just wish I had the money to go often–they’re not outrageous for NY but for my college student wallet eating there a lot would be detrimental.
    The second place was Papaya Dog, which is a popular destination for hot dogs.  I had dog of course, which I topped with ketchup, mustard, chili, and sauerkraut (I know, I’m weird.)  The dog was good (pretty much what you expect out of a hot dog), but I really loved their papaya drink.  I think it was because I was absolutely parched, and it was the perfect thing at the moment–not too sweet, just right.

The Times They Are A-Changin'

I’ve just realized: I’ve had this blog for an entire year.  That’s pretty amazing.  Sure the posts haven’t been entirely regular, but I’ve only missed a couple months.

Going back and reading through some of the old posts made me realize how much difference a year makes.  My life was different.  I was different.  I had to be proud of how far I’ve come when I read in an old post from last summer how much it sucked that I wasn’t going on any summer adventures…and here I am…working in New York City.

I feel so old.  And so young at the same time.  I’ve accumulated tons of experiences–joys, heartaches, all that crap–and I’m proud because it lets me know I’m living.  However, I still feel the insatiable need to collect more experiences, to hunt them, frantically hoard as many as I can, and clutch them to me like they’re all I have, as if in fear of not being alive enough.  A strange sensation.  But I can’t stop asking myself, are you living enough?  Are you?

Egg Salad, Because When You're Sick, Your Breath Is Already Rancid, So Why Not?

I don’t know what it is, but being sick makes me ravenous.   I’m at home sick, and all I want to do is eat.  I stayed home from work because unlike everything in this house, an hour and a half commute at 7 am while feeling like my head was going to explode into shiny brainfetti was just not appetizing.

Of course, my insatiable need for food depends on what kind of sick I am–if I’m nauseated and can’t keep anything down, I don’t feel like eating, unless I’m feeling particularly stubborn…But if I’m just hacking up my lungs every 5 minutes, bring on the bacon.

I’ve tried controlling myself today because my sickness caused me to consume two large pieces of lasagna and cinnamon raisin bread yesterday and made me wake up in the middle of the night with chest-splitting heartburn.  I haven’t been entirely successful to be honest.  But for lunch, I decided I wanted to make an egg salad sandwich, probably the weirdest thing I’ve craved while being sick.  eggsaladcollage

Egg salad looks wholly unappetizing; it’s a chunky gob of egg and mayonnaise, generally.  I’m not a huge fan of mayonnaise, so I always go light.  My aunt and uncle have a pretty good spice selection so I tried a few things.  My egg salad was basically egg, mayonnaise, mustard, salt, pepper, red onion, paprika, thyme, and tarragon.  I’ve never used thyme and tarragon but I loved how they smelled.  The thyme reminded me of oregano, and the tarragon had a sweet evergreen-like smell.   I slapped the egg salad on some wheat bread and my aunt and I feasted (she’s taking a sick day too).

It was quite good, but I couldn’t really distinguish the seasonings.  I don’t know if I should have added more, or if egg salad just doesn’t take them well.  The onion did a great job with flavor and an ok job adding some crunch, but I wonder what celery would have done.  Anyway, as simple as it was, it was nice being in the kitchen actually making something again.  I’ve come to realize recently that I still have a lot to learn about cooking, but I’m looking forward to a delicious education.

My brother's remedy for sickness is tea and a good movie.  I don't like tea, but I tried this Tazo Passion one my aunt had in the cupboard and really enjoyed it.  This + Grey's Anatomy worked very well on my cold. : )
My brother's remedy for sickness is tea and a good movie. I don't like tea, but I tried this Tazo Passion one my aunt had in the cupboard and really enjoyed it. I didn't have a movie, but this tea plus Grey's Anatomy was a pretty great remedy. : )