other sweets

summer on the upper west side


the upper west side just got its very own 16 handles.
how exciting!
i went there today, my last day in the city for, like, ever.
{not ever, just a few months}
and because one cake-flavored yogurt is nary enough,
i got two: red velvet and birthday.
does birthday cake taste different from vanilla cake?
do studies show that people are more likely to buy 
something called birthday than something called vanilla?
does the flavor birthday cake only exist in non-cake things,
such as lip gloss and yogurt? because my birthday cake is usually red velvet...
i guess we'll never care enough to know. 
regardless.
i got the birthday and the red velvet and then for even more refreshment 
i threw in a dab of mint chocolate. 
and then i made a mental agenda for the order of my bites:
1. birthday + brownie nubbins
2. birthday + sprinkles + gummi bears, my old time fave
3. birthday + rainbow cookie {am i right that i would be surprised to find this combination in a store anywhere outside of manhattan?}
4. crunch thing with the weird name
5. red velvet by its lonesome
6. finish her off with some chocolate + strawbees

...it almost worked, but then it was like a hundred million degrees out and it melted to a puddle around step 3.
but it was so good.
ok. time to return to packing.

-yeh!

the crack that is cookie in a bowl



if ever there was a really good reason why my friends and i showed up to marching band practice on tuesday nights during the summer,
this was it:
d'agostino's cookie in a bowl
a just-outta-the-oven cookie that would crush levain in a smackdown
a few scoops of homer's ice cream
and drizzly stuff.
since we had just spent four hours in the sun marching our little buns off,
we figured we could take the fattyness.
{and be "we" i mean "they." i didn't actually ever march. i was in the pit. so what. i still wanted cookie in a bowl}
there was never any question. after practice, the first stop was d'ag's.

and since yesterday was tuesday {or because we just had cravings...}
we relived our sweet high school memories 
and gorged.
and gorged.
and gorged some more.

and then drove around listening to the backstreet boys.
viva boybands.



xoxo


yeh



the suburbs



marimba songs
mustard
swimming pools
mosquitos
more mosquitos
sidewalks
space
wieners
laundry in the basement
homemade rugelach
with nutella and orange marmalade
stoopie
the same clothes every day
arcade fires
accents

................

i am home.
time to practice.


xoxo


yeh

back in new york. and some ice cream sammiches.


i'm back to the city!
and how nice of the weather to warm up just in time...

a few highlights from my weekend at home:

lemon jalapeño cookies with chocolate ice cream
chocolate chili cookies with vanilla ice cream

fireworks

the deep gutty sounds that fireworks make

the echoes of the deep gutty sounds that fireworks make

the car alarms erupting from the fireworks 

{...playing in the pool}

eating 

eating schnitzel

puppies and dogs

parade

stilt people at the parade

steve reich's music for 18 musicians in my room by my lonesome with straggling fireworks of neighboring villages periodically exploding in the distance in an otherwise silent and beautiful night

premixed, store-bought margaritas 

more premixed, store-bought margaritas


xoxo


yeh