Wednesday, November 18, 2009
What's your favorite love story?
Every time I read the Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton I hope it will end differently. I want Newland Archer to go up to Ellen Olenska’s apartment, take her in his arms and for the passionate ending they (and I) have desired to finally come to fruition, but it never does and I end up crying so hard I can’t see the page this heartbreak is written on. The stains of repeated tears on my copy of this classic remind me every time that romance is about more then a happy ending.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Quote overheard
- tall white guy, baseball hat, in deli on 181
Don't you love the frugal logic?
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Monday, October 26, 2009
Quote
- Hillary Clinton
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
So true
Kevin Reilly
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Saturday, October 24, 2009
What Do You Do to Lift Your Spirits?
I saw a magazine story about a man who lost everything in some bad investments. He now has to drive a cab 12-14 hours a day to make a basic living. When he is feeling down he stops at the Frick and looks at the Rembrandts saying, “how he painted hands is the most beautiful thing in the world. Rembrandt’s hands always lift my spirits”. That got me thinking, what do I do?
1. Go for a bike ride – I love the feeling of biking for fun, it is the same sensation I had when I was a kid and it never is less
2. Watch a movie – I love the solitariness of going to see a movie by myself, there is something comforting about being anonymous in a dark theatre with a film (good or bad) playing
3. Browse in a book store – Oh one of my favorite things to do, no matter what is in my head I’m going to find something more interesting to think about
4. Walk around taking pictures – This reminds me to look around and see what others are doing and how their lives are, it gets me out of my life and helps me to remember I am one of many
5. Have wine or champagne – really both make everything much better
6. Sit by the water or in the park – nature really does sooth all ills
7. Visit a museum – just like a bookstore, museums get me out of my head because there is certainly something more interesting then me to think about
8. Go for a swim – see biking, the same feelings of energy and youth are with me when I swim
9. Look at old journals – oh my goodness, if you want to see how far you’ve come read what your problems were ten years before – it puts everything into perspective
10. Read the NY Post – I love good gossip and tabloid I find it very entertaining
11. Go someplace private, quiet and pretty – what more do you need to refresh then privacy, silence and ambiance?
12. Scrapbook – yes, I scrapbook and I think it is fun and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
13. Check out Facebook – Checking in with friends and what they are up to, someone always makes me smile
14. Make a plate of beautiful fresh food – emotional eating can be good
15. Write – Nothing purges emotions like writing it down, plus you then get to laugh at it all later (see #9)
Monday, October 19, 2009
Miso Madness
But I don’t have 2.5 children or a sectional with cup holders. I don’t have a dog to frolic in the leaves with. I have a stoop but no porch and the last time I talked to my mail lady she slapped my hand for touching my mail before it was out of her “jurisdiction” (did you know mail had a jurisdiction? I didn’t). So as a city girl who would rather spend her money on great wine, theatre and clothing that includes faux fur I wondered how could I join the call and lead a simple life? Cooking!
I can cook. I can forsake the restaurant dining life and make delicious home cooked meals. I’ve seen it done on television and it looks simple enough. First problem, I don’t have much of a kitchen, no counter space and the pans I have are left over’s from a neighbor who moved out at least ten years ago. The layer of old grease on them I’m sure is perfectly sanitary once heated – heat kills germs doesn’t it? I don’t have a dining room and actually no table to sit at, but I decided I could work around these limitations. What I do have – a soup pot. I have an adorable tiny soup pot my Mother bought me for Christmas last year. It has come in handy when re-heating, which has been my normal version of cooking. I re-heat restaurant leftovers very well.
So, what should I make? As the weather has turned from summer to winter (fall seems to have gone the way of the economy) I have been craving miso soup. I love miso, it is simple and yummy and how hard could it possibly be to make? From what I have eaten it’s broth, tofu cubes, scallions and seaweed – a perfect beginner and so in the spirit of my call to simplify. I went online, got a recipe, printed it and headed to the grocery store to gather the ingredients.
First scallions – the produce section was crazy but I found them and a bunch was $2.21, wow, this was going to be so cheap to make. I was saving money already I get all these onions for so little, why had I not thought of this before? Then I needed to find wakame (seaweed). Once I located the soup and bean isle there was a pull out display of ready to go Japanese food ingredients. Found it – the cost was $6.27. That seemed like a lot for something that is a weed, but I added it to my basket anyway. Next, miso – oh look it’s right next to the seaweed, I thought, “see life is already simpler”. A pouch of miso was $8.75. Wait, now $8.75 for a pouch of soybean goo. That seemed like a lot. Then I looked at the recipe – how much miso soup was I making? Even if I halved the recipe it seemed like I had to buy enough ingredients to have miso for the rest of the month. I certainly wanted the soup but not everyday for a month. I was already looking at $17.23 in ingredients, I had already spent 45 minutes looking for the ingredients and I wasn’t even home yet cooking. This soup was getting complicated and expensive in both time and money.
I paused in the isle and looked around. The people shopping did not look relaxed as if they were enjoying the exercise of simplicity, it was the opposite. People were tense and hostile. The store was busy, carts were bumping into one another and the line to check out wrapped all the way to the bakery. What was I doing! I shook my head and came to my senses. I put the miso down and put the seaweed back then I headed to produce and gave them back the scallions. I handed my empty basket to another shopper and got the heck out of there.
When I emerged from the subway I walked 30 feet to the Japanese restaurant that is around the corner from my apartment. I asked for one small miso soup with extra tofu cubes “to go”. Two minutes and $2.70 later I had the soup in hand. In less then five minutes I was home listening to my show tunes and enjoying the warm miso goodness – see very simple.