Whew. I just got home from a whirlwind trip to New York City. Matt has been working there since early this month, and I was thrilled to be able to squeeze in a quick visit! He had to work all day, so I had the very weird opportunity to traipse around the city all by myself for a couple days. In many ways, it was absolutely delicious. I felt energized and inspired…but truth be told, it was a good bit lonely, too. Those crazy kids that make me climb the walls in sheer frustration – I missed them something fierce.
But I loved my Matt-time. We ate some incredible food - went for the full tasting menu at Amma, drank many-a-beer at McSorley’s, and were DELIGHTED to stumble upon the Dessert Truck one night in Greenwich Village. Finally!! Matt and I are shameless Food Network addicts, and when we saw that truck, we both had only one thing on our minds.
If Throwdown with Bobby Flay taught us anything, it was that the best bread pudding in the world came out of this truck, and it was topped with a bacon creme anglaise. (the bread pudding, not the truck, silly.) Gag if you must, but it. was. diviiiiine.
So here’s to spontaneous trips to the big apple!
Love to my hard-working husband:
Ode to the iPhone for unsurpassed convenience and general badass-edness!
And here’s to the insurmountable joy and gratitude that I felt to return home to this: