Isn’t that how YOU feel about the perfect egg sandwich? 2 organic eggs, over medium, slice of Sargento reduced fat pepper jack, fiber-one whole grain honey wheat bread, salt, pepper, Franks Red Hot. Perfect. Just perfect.
Elijah’s lunch was a wonderful smoothie. Chobani honey yogurt, half of a cold, baked sweet potato, half of a frozen banana, almond milk.
Now I’m off to go make banh mi for dinner. Jealous?
This past weekend, we tried to beat the heat by any means necessary. While this mostly meant hanging out on Long Island by the water, it also meant that Sunday, we headed out to the New Amsterdam Market in Manhattan, which happens to house a lot of Brooklyn vendors. We hit up Liddabit Sweets and the 3 year old got their wonderful (albeit very sticky in the heat) maple sugar cotton candy on a pretzel rod. I would have taken a picture of it, but the way my son was going after it wasn’t pretty. After the hot cotton candy, we headed to my favorite soda store eva, P&H Soda Co. Here’s the thing, I really don’t drink soda-ever. I drink this one, though!! I first had it when enjoying a pink poodle float at Brooklyn Farmacy. I have only had the cream soda and the hibiscus, but let me tell you-amaze. There is something so wonderful about the floral sweetness of the hibiscus soda. It’s different than any other soda I’ve ever had. It’s definitely a rare treat for my son, but he thinks it’s really the tops. It should be mentioned that if you like Chinese Hibiscus tea, you will ADORE this. It’s not cloyingly sweet, there is no corn syrup headache. It’s light and crisp.
Yesterday, we finally got to go to the Dekalb market that opened over the freaking hot weekend. It is an outdoor market made up of shipping containers that have been designed and made into air conditioned store stalls. It just so happens to also house my favorite bakers, Robicelli’s.
Picture it, Brooklyn, 2011, a young mother and her two kids head into downtown Brooklyn in a small suv to enjoy “Golden Girls” day at Robicelli’s. Cupcakes named for and designed after the “Golden Girls” that have passed. (No Betty White cupcake as she is still kicking.)
I love the “Golden Girls.” My mother and I would always watch two things together regardless of how much trouble I was in at the time; “Golden Girls” and Joan Rivers red carpet arrivals. We obviously have an old lady obsession.
Dorothy: “I’d kill Gloria if she ever wrote a book about my sex life”
Sophia: “You’d kill your sister over a pamphlet?”
The “Bea Arthur” happens to be my favorite cupcake. It is a coffee infused cocoa cupcake with a rich cheesecake buttercream and espresso ganache. If your favorite coffee got down to business with the best chocolate cake and had a cheesecake baby, this would be it.
Elijah ordered the “Estelle Getty” which was almondy and rich with crunchy amaretti cookies on top. Unfortunately, since he HATED his lunch (the sushi wasn’t ice cold), he downed his cupcake and then laid in on mine. So, I ended up eating half of the brownie I bought to put in Tim’s lunch for the next day. I am sooooo glad I did. A bacon-bourbon brownie. You read that right-a BACON BOURBON brownie. It is not a slap you in the mouth bacon flavor, instead, it’s just a subtle salty/fatty/smoky taste in the background that kind of takes your brain to another place. A better place. A place where you’re totally allowed to run around in your pajamas all day with no make up on wearing flip flops. (I know you’re thinking I just described wal-mart, but I live in Brooklyn, places like this exist only in our dreams, though wal-mart, is a nightmare.)
It doesn’t come with a bite taken out of it.
This is how the bite gets taken out of it.
So it’s a good thing I also got Tim HIS favorite cupcake, the “Ebinger.” It’s the best Brooklyn Blackout cake you’ve ever had. Note to self-give your hubs a lobster bib before he eats a cupcake.
After the brownie, I REALLY needed a run, so, of course it started to pour. I packed up and headed to the gym where I ran a quick 6mi and foam rolled the heck outta myself. Average pace 8:51. Today is BODYPUMP!!!! (yesterday’s class was cancelled) I.need.it. Happy Tuesday!!!
So, it seems like G-d has shut off the water boiler under NYC; leading me to only one conclusion, G-d loves the gays. The very day that it becomes legal for gay people to wed, one day after President Obama ends DADT FOR GOOD, the heat drops, it sprinkles a little bit (just enough for it to look misty, but not enough to ruin everything, just enough to look like “4 weddings and a funeral”) Rain IS good luck on your wedding day. Congrats to all my friends that are now in the same eternal boat as I am, and the ones getting ready to board.
So I’m sorry, Westboro Baptist Gang of Hate, and Pat Robertson and your 700 reasons why gays are worse than papercuts, you lose. Your kind of hate is a dying breed. The younger generation rightfully believes your full of crap. It’s wonderful.
I am going to take full advantage of the homo loving weather and do a cool, yes, COOL 8 miles tonight. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Followed by bodypump. OH YEAH! I feel the burn already!! I fully expect the gay:straight ratio to go WAY up with all of the weddings in planning.
My fuel for my runs are really important. Last night I made my family Moroccan spiced grilled chicken thighs, baked sweet potatoes, and giant salad. The salad had the most fantastically ripe tomatoes, crunchy cucumbers, and savory olives. I made the same lemon vinaigrette I used on my greek pita pockets. It was fantastic.
The rub on the chicken was fast and simple.
Rub the thighs in the dry ingredients, place the chicken on the med high grill, and squeeze the lemon over it while cooking. YUMMMMMM!!
You put your clothes back on and you go to the beach-or the mall with the Dave and Busters. Definitely one or the other. And you stroll the aisles of the mall until your feet fall off, go see a movie, play 49573945 rounds of skee-ball and big game hunter, drink another gallon of water, and come home when it’s dark.
Your 3 year old will complain about not riding his bike, you will complain because Dave and Busters charges $25 for total crap food, and your husband will complain because he wants to play one more game of big game hunter.
I have invented a new drinking game. Every time you hear someone say “hot” you drink. Only instead of Patron, you take a shot of H2O, because it’s just too damn HOT for Patron. (Insert Pee Wee Herman style response to the secret word. Imagine confetti and Cherry going apeshit.)
I have turned into a fat blob of goo. I haven’t been able to work out other than weights here at home, and Elijah and Mommy DANCEPARTY! By the way, I still got it. ALL THE MOVES TO “THRILLER.” He was really unimpressed as he fancies himself a B-Boy. I blame his upbringing in SW Brooklyn and father’s penchant for listening to 80′s music. SOMEONE GET THIS BOY A FLATTENED CARDBOARD BOX AND STEREO!!!
How do you fuel up for an afternoon full of breakdancing and push ups? Chobani honey yogurt with blueberries, pb on whole wheat pita, and cucumber. Both Elijah and I think it’s really the tops as far as lunch goes.
How is everyone else beating the heat? What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s really HOT???
Feel free to skip some. This is a lot, even for me.
