YONKERS ADVENTURE

contrary to what i believed this time last week, there are more than zero reasons to go to yonkers:

1. you get to ride the choo choo, and within a half hour of leaving grand central station, you can be in a cute little riverside town with bridges and a main street and a... 
2. seafood restaurant that is also a secret korean restaurant (!!!!)*. if you go there and disregard the seafood menu and smile and ask the owner for korean food, she will make you amazing korean food with black garlic and homemade kimchi. and she may even pour you a little cup of mushroom tea. everything about it is delicious and sweet.
3. line c3 might be there at a really awesome studio playing percussion music until the wee hours of the morning. and it is fine because you are fueled on thin mints and hot cross buns and yes, that korean food.

*ok, after further research, it doesn't look that secret, so here it is.

so if you're looking for a quick and easy little adventure out of the city {and your private jet is in the shop...} yonkers, i'd say, is a fun option!

 -yeh!

DANNY MACAROONS

last week, after a wonderful morning of surprise visitors bearing chocolate croissants and coworkers bearing home-brewed honey liqueur, i schlepped up to spanish harlem to photograph the last thing i'd ever expect to find in spanish harlem: a macaroon man that makes--mum, cover your ears--the best macaroons i ever damn had. they were so good and chewy and gooey and moist and amazing and on the way home i told myself "self, you will not open the bag of macaroons that the nice macaroon man gave you to bring home to mum, you will not," but i did. i opened the bag of macaroons that the nice macaroon man gave me to bring home to mum and i ate the one with chocolate on it {chocolate o'clock had not yet happened that day anyway}. oh it made the long long ride home so much better. 

go check out more photos of danny macaroons in this slideshow on jew and the carrot. there you'll also find danny's recipe for rice pudding macaroons!

-yeh!

eggboy.

 
who is eggboy?
who does molly go on these gajillion mile bike rides with?
why is molly's smile so big these days that it looks like her face is going to fall off?

...are all questions i might ask myself if i didn't know myself and for some reason i read my blog. which isn't too wild of a concept because my stat counter thingy tells me that i sometimes have readers in brazil and i don't know anybody in brazil. so this letting-the-kitty-out-of-the-bag post is for my brazilian readers and anyone else wondering about the man in the flannel with the guitar. so here it is:

eggboy is my super special manfriend!!!!!!!!!!!

who am i kidding? it was kind of obvious. i was being a little mysterious about it before because "do you want to be a part of my internet presence?" is not a third date thing or a fourth date thing.
 
but now i am seeing why people show other people silly amounts of pictures of their cats because i suddenly have this desire to tell you about how eggboy does things like eat the crust off of entire loaves of bread so that i can have all of the doughy parts and how he makes music so pretty i cry and how he wore casio calculator watches before they were kind of cool. i know, it is totally mushy. i'll shut up.
 
but why is he called eggboy?
eggboy eats a balanced diet of three things: eggs, protein smoothies, and whatever i make him (unless it's polenta).
 
how did you meet eggboy?
at juilliard. occasionally we'd say hello in the cafeteria. once we had a conversation about the difference between skinny fat and fat skinny, another time we had a conversation about bikes. that was it though because then he went away... but a few years later he came back! and we've been oogly moogly kind of since.
 
anyways.

get used to him because unless he dumps me or i feed him undercooked poultry (which i accidentally nearly did last night), he'll be making semi-regular appearances. but i promise, it won't be in the cat photo way.

oh.
also.

it's his birthday today!!!!!!!
 
-yeh!!!!!!