bear & panda beanies purchased on Bedford street
Casper & Hocus Pocus
workouts to Michael Jackson’s thriller
Halloween & Saw marathons on Syfy
mums lining the city streets
serious decorations on the UES
Starbucks pumpkin loaf
opi chop-sticking to my story orange nail-polish
snowstorm 2 days before Halloween = broken trees covering the streets. October, really?
As we neared our highly anticipated graduation, Bekah and I (along with the rest of my class) began to get a tad distracted. It seemed that the hands on the clock moved slower than dripping molasses-the school days lingering longer than desired. To get through these meandering final weeks, we began a Starbucks ritual- a daily prize at the end of the finish line. We began as “triple shot iced espressos in a grande cup with a side of soy”. The two 4PM girls in chef whites, better known as the “triple shot soys”. Then, as the cool fall weather slowly made its appearance, we discovered the spicy, creamy, “tastes like a cup of fall” chai tea. Specifically, “chai tea-almost-soy mistos with extra foam, less milk”. Then we would split an Apple Pie macaron (possibly 3 or 5) in my car-dissecting their every detail while passing them off back & forth until there was nothing left but a tiny nibble. Ridiculous-I’m aware. But I do not apologize for my food quirks, nor my serious obsession for macarons.
I have graduated (literally) from those days. Now, in the midst of fall, I cozy up in my NYC apartment, book in hand, sipping homemade soy chai tea mistos and nibbling my pumpkin macarons. I think I could get used to this.
I have been on a bit of a macaron kick lately
After making nearly 6 dozen, I flinally feel that I have comfortably mastered these tricky treats
I boxed up about 50 of my favorites, and sent them to my sister in Texas
I will definitely be making more of these little cuties for Halloween this week end!
I graduated college on Friday.
I’ve settled back in Upper East Side NYC living in a state of confusion, giddiness and healthy discomfort all at the same time.
My parents came up for graduation and I had them all to myself, and loved it. We sipped dirty martinis and nibbled on hot cornbread at Dovetail, seeked refuge from the rain with beer flights and hot pretzels at The GingerMan, and rounded up our celebratory weekend like royalty at ElevenMadisonPark.
When did I get this old?