Some days my mind is on one thing and one thing only. Baby. Apparently there is a lot of stuff you need (as well as lots of adorable stuff you really don’t) out there that I would like to blog about. I could just start posting the baby related stuff here, but that just didn’t feel right. So I started a new blog. If you want to see what nursery decor, stroller, crib, etc is catching my eye you can head over to Making Room for Baby. Or not. I leave it up to you dear reader.
I love corn. I love it on the cob, I love it in tortilla form, I love posole, I love corn bread, I am not a fan of polenta oddly enough, but I digress. A few years ago a nutritionist told me what I already knew in my heart of hearts, corn doesn’t like me. Now that we are part of a CSA we have been getting ears of corn. I figured half a cob isn’t going to hurt me and guess what, it didn’t. So then I decided to try some corn chips with guacamole, again feeling fine. Well a few more corn chips and ears of corn later it turns out corn still doesn’t like me. And the sweetest corn of all, NJ Silver Queen, is still to come. All you Star Trek geeks out there, I am going to need a little help from Bill Shatner to properly vent my frustration. If you are going to go ahead and pretend you aren’t a Star Trek geek see what I am talking about.
Photo courtesy of Jay Erikson’s photostream
For approximately 8 1/2 of the last 9 years M&I have talked about going to Storm King. As we speed down the Thruway weekend after weekend catching a peek of the sculptures through the trees we inevitably mumble about how we really need to go. Finally the day has come. Saturday the weather was absolutely perfect, low humidity, not too terribly hot, basically the perfect day to get lost and see some art. After a lazy morning and more traffic than either of us care to remember (did everyone in NY have the idea to get out of the city at the same time?!) we arrived at the park at around 3pm. This actually turned out to be a happy accident. We missed the hottest part of the day and we were in prime shadow time. With me being a little more encumbered than usual (hey, I am walking for two here!) we took it very slow and there was lots of time admiring the conveniently placed benches up close. We walked as much as we could, hopped on the free tram for a bit, walked some more, and hopped on the tram. At times it felt like we were the only ones in the park, surprised to find huge sculptures hiding among the trees, unseen by those who decided to stick on the tram. Getting close to the beautiful meandering stone wall that is lovely for both the way it meanders between each tree in its path and the amazing craftsmanship of a bygone era. Appreciating the deliberate way each rivet and fin provide form and function to Calder’s impossible giants. We felt very small in the huge open fields standing next to hulking pieces of steel. We decided that next year we may have to get a season pass so we can stop and enjoy more often.
A while back I made the claim that I wish I was German because it seems that all of the most wonderful felt objects are made in Germany. Well now I decided I would like to be Swedish. Not only is one of my very dear friends of Swedish descent (Hey, U!) but to seems that whenever I see a clean, lovely, white room with colorful tasteful accents and beautiful wood details, it is an image from a Swedish blog. Today the object of my envy is the beautiful wood fire wooden hot tub pictured above on Skona Hem. In this weather, I personally could only imagine this as a cold plunge rather than a hot tub but it is such a lovely contrast to the fiberglass monstrosities we favor in the States. I would love to have one of these at our upstate retreat, you know, once we have running water. Do you think they all come with that view?!
NY food trucks were once only reserved for fearless persons with an iron stomach. Sure you could get some street meat with rice and beans, but would you make it to the end of the day without incident? You were fairly happy with that dirty water dog on the way down, but did you really want to be tasting it all afternoon? Move over scary street food, now you can get a Kobe beef burger and Belgian waffle with the works from a brand new type of food truck. In the past few years gourmet food trucks have been popping up and around all over the city. Cheaper than a storefront and more portable now these vendors can peddle their delectables in Midtown for lunch and Soho for dinner. And most will tweet their location so you know exactly when dumplings will be available on a street corner near you. While not cheap, most are very reasonably priced for the quality of food you get. If you are curious about the 25 best new and veteran food trucks, NY Magazine has it all laid out for you with the most adorable truck icons. via
As a height challenged strap hanger I try my best to either find a seat or a vertical bar to grab onto when riding to and fro. Sadly there are times when I find myself dangling from a bar that is way above my head which is comfortable for about three seconds after which point it is painful. I need to start carrying one of these cool DIY subway straps by Instructable’s user Frenz. I would definitely make one that had something grippy on the hook otherwise I would be flying around at every stop and start of the train. via