Thinking of MP.
Posts from May 2012
I hope your long weekend was as good as mine, filled with food, friends, and family. We got our first taste of summer in NYC, and that means heat and humidity. Saturday was downright nasty out, but luckily the rain cooled things off a bit for Sunday. One of my favorite summer drinks is the Rickey. It's most often made with gin, but you should feel free to swap it for your spirit of choice, depending on your mood. It's light, refreshing, and not too strong -- perfect for sipping on a hot day.
1 1/2 ounces gin
juice of 1/2 a lime
Pour the gin and lime juice into a highball glass filled with ice, add club soda to taste, stir, and garnish with a lime wedge. I'll often just toss the lime right in the bottom of the glass. Why not?
Sometimes I get all riled up about non-important things. For example, when people put their stuff in a locker at the gym and then don't put a lock on it and I end up opening up five full, unlocked lockers before I can find a free one, I secretly think this. My latest issue? People who text while cycling. It should go without saying that this is incredibly stupid and unsafe behavior regardless of whether you are doing it in regular street traffic or on the pedestrian paths in Washington Square Park (where it seems rampant). I want these people to crash -- not into me, but into a streetlamp, or a pothole, or a mailbox -- and suffer just enough injury to realize that they should no longer text while cycling because IT IS STUPID AND UNSAFE!!! Sheesh. Thus ends today's rant. Except that I will add that this weather sucks.
I got tickets for the Great GoogaMooga right away when I heard about it. A festival of some of the city's best food AND music? Free? Why not? Well, after a day of hearing nothing but horror stories from friends on Twitter and Facebook, and talking to some folks who actually worked the event on Saturday, I was quite wary of going on Sunday. I decided to re-strategize and completely changed my plan of attack. I got there at noon primarily to make sure I could eat without dealing with ridiculous lines. My plan worked. Before I left for a break at about 2:30, my friends and I had tasted a soft-shell crab sandwich from Vinegar Hill House, the crack-like wings from Kasadela, Crawfish Monica, a foie gras donut from Do or Dine, a pork belly taco from Colicchio and Sons, sipped some sparkling Spanish rosé and shared a bacon tasting. I took a break to head home, walk Moxie, and regroup, then returned around 5:15 for more food/drink: pops from La NewYorkina, a red velvet ice cream sandwich from Melt Bakery, a Dirty Duck Dog from Craft, and a few more glasses of wine. All in all, the longest line I waited in was the very first line, and it couldn't have taken more than about 7-10 minutes -- about what I'd expect for a festival, and probably shorter than any line I have been on at JazzFest.
The kicker was Hall & Oates, who started promptly at 6 and who were just fantastic. At one point, when they played "You Make My Dreams Come True," I stopped to look at the crowd. Everyone looked incredibly happy -- singing and dancing -- and I was too. What a perfect kickoff to the summer with Carrie, Brian, Jenn D., Katie, Kim, Jenn, Emilia, Jim and everyone else I bumped into: Katie N., Matt, Stephanie, Ethan & Morgan, plus the Maharlika crew. I hope that the organizers learn from the problems they had Saturday, and make even more improvements than they did on Sunday so that everyone can enjoy it like I did. A few more pics can be found here.
I'm about to hop on a plane to Jacksonville for this year's Equal Justice Conference. Given the frantic pace of this week and last week, I'm looking forward to what will hopefully be my first decent night's sleep in over a week. That said, the crazy has been worth it so far -- I got to spend time with some of my favorite cocktail friends from near and far, watched my father graduate and hung with the family a bit, and had some wonderful food and drink. This carbonated negroni, pictured above, was a highlight. I now have two cases of them in my apartment, so there may be an impromptu get-together at my apartment when I return . . .
Last night at Speed Rack we were serving two types of punch, one made with Aperol, which I like quite a bit. It's an italian aperitif with similar flavor notes to Campari, but much sweeter. I like to say that it's like Campari's baby sister. My first introduction to Aperol was in the iconic Italian Aperol Spritz (for some reason, I pronounce it more like shpritz, which may be wrong, but who cares?). This is a wonderful spring and summer drink -- light, refreshing, bubbly, and much lower in alcohol than many traditional cocktails. That said, they go down quickly, so be careful! Perfect for a summer afternoon or brunch. Or anytime, really.
3 parts prosecco
2 parts Aperol
1 part club soda
Pour over ice in a glass of your choosing (I prefer a large wine glass), give it a quick stir, and garnish with a slice of orange.
After a fun weekend (with not nearly enough down time, but fun nonetheless), I've continued right into a week full of work, writing, and training, then Speed Rack, Maine, MCC, Jacksonville for the Equal Justice Conference, then GoogaMooga. When that's all done, I can breathe. And, of course, ramp up the triathlon training even more. I'll sleep after July 8th, apparently.
* RIP MCA. And Maurice Sendak. Rough week.
It made me so happy to see this on Google today in honor of what would have been Keith Haring's 54th birthday (I'm quite a fan, as you may know). I have to make sure I get to see the Brooklyn Museum exhibit soon!
Not sure why Edward Gorey's Gashlycrumb Tinies popped into my head today. Must be the gloomy weather. Perfect weather for working at home in sweatpants on a couch with a puppy. Alas, I am at my office working in clothes that are completely inappropriate for the weather with a shawl wrapped around my legs.