Saturday, April 12, 2014

Running, The Smith And Daniel Radcliffe


It's important to have friends in low places. While enjoying the gorgeous weather on Friday, the phone buzzed thanks to an email from a friend who works for a Broadway producer. Was I busy that night? Would I like to go to the invited dress rehearsal for the new play that Daniel Radcliffe is in?

It's not often that I get invited to dress rehearsals for major productions and even if I was busy, plans would be canceled. So yes, I went. The Cripple of Inishmaan is a wonderful, funny play. Radcliffe plays the cripple, which is quite a feat to watch since he can only use one hand and one leg, and he gets into some pretty physical stuff.

Saturday, of course, means running with the ladies. I have been waiting months for a run like today's. It was a fast four miles, since no one felt like dealing with the Harlem Hills, and in gorgeous sunshine.

We always take a photo before each run, in case someone gets lost and we have to send out a search party.

And then we bon vivant it up at brunch, because we are all accounted for. This week we hit The Smith over in Lincoln Center.

On the way home from all this merriment, I had an age-old question answered for me: Where's Waldo? He is, apparently, waiting for someone by the clock in Grand Central.




Thursday, April 03, 2014

The Hilda Stories


Everyone's all mid-century crazy, what with Mad Men coming back. Today I stumbled across this video, put out by Herman Miller.

It's the stories of Hilda Longinotti, who was George Nelson's secretary back in the early 50s. She's been telling these stories for a while, but now they're animanted and completely worth a watch or two. (And she explains why there are so many Ginko trees on 22nd Street between Park and Broadway.)

The best is her advice at the end about what to wear to a job interview.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Sunday Funday Cooking: Whatever's Lying Around The House

So. Pancakes. It's a Sunday brunch staple, but I've never been the biggest fan of them. This past week, though, I was gifted a bag of whole wheat pancake mix from a fancy place here in Manhattan. They even used an old-timey font on the package!

I whipped them up this morning and two pancakes in I could tell it was total dreck. It seemed wasteful to toss all that batter, so I threw in some raisins and feta (because feta makes everything betta) and did what I always do with extra ingredients: I muffin-ized them.

Maybe I should have put the raisins and feta in first, but I like these little guys a lot better.

Later that same day I made more breakfast quiches, because they really made my life easier last week.


If anyone has insights -- Freudian, Jungian and otherwise -- as to why I seem to like making food the shape of flying saucers, I am all ears.

This strange pile of yellow and green is what happens when I have too many mangoes and cucumbers in the house. Most Pinterest recipes make mango cucumber salads with cilantro, but I only had scallions and they're practically the same thing, right?


I riffed off of this recipe, only squeezing fresh lime juice over the mix of cucumber, mango, scallion, feta and raisins. I also only had yellow rice and was not about to run out in the rain for white rice, simply for aesthestic purposes.

Over all, it's great right out of the bowl, but even better after being refrigerated for a few hours. The lime really pops.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

The Weekend, Thus Far


The ladies and I have a standing running date every Saturday morning at 9:30. We ran 59th to Battery Park again, this time in wind and rain.

Brunch at The Dutch, though, made up for the unpleasant weather. The Dutch totally didn't mind that a group of wet and sweaty women came in to potentially stink up everyone's dining experience. We didn't. They even sat us in the front room.

Next week: the full loop of Central Park and then a Boathouse brunch, as is tradition.

This is an obligatory "Got My Hair Did" photo. It's a nice change of pace to have hair that is one color, as opposed to the inadvertent ombre I'd been rocking for far too long.

And the rest of the day?

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Help The St. Mark's Bookshop!


I'm always a little tardy to the party when it comes to these things, but today during my lunch hour I realized that the Saint Mark's Bookshop is closing, and they need funds to re-open elsewhere in the East Village.

At the risk of sounding like an old crank who's been in this town for 15 years, I really don't want to see this store go. It's always been the place to find obscure foreign magazines and literary fiction, for when I want to get my nerd on. I realize it's in an ultra-prime location, but not everything in this town needs to be a Pinkberry or yet another bank.

They are crowd funding to raise $50,000 so they can get into their new digs deeper in the East Village. This is such a worthy cause. They have 30 days left to go. (And still a decent amount of books on the shelves, so go buy one.)

St. Mark's Bookshop On The Move

Sunday, March 23, 2014

At Last, Sun.

Saturday started as most Saturdays do: with some distance running. The ladies and I mixed it up and ran from West 59th Street all the way down to Battery Park. Between the sun and the water along the route, it was amazing. (I'm aware that I wear the same outfit every time I run. I'm there to sweat, not for a fashion show.)


Afterwards we walked over to Balthazaar in SoHo and had some brunch, as one does after a run. Along the way I saw this sign in a store window. They're talking about running for office, though.


Today, Sunday Funday, was spent cooking. It's a misconception among people that know me that I can't cook. I can, actually, and quite well. I just don't advertise it so that I never get stuck cooking for other people, or hosting Thanksgiving. #feminism.

This is the mango pear salsa I put together -- and over poached chicken -- for dinner. Scallions and fresh lime juice give it extra kick.


I had a lot of peppers and scallions leftover, so I poured them into an egg and milk mix and baked some egg muffins for breakfast tomorrow. That's thinkin', kids.




Sunday, March 16, 2014

73 Questions With A Real New Yorker


Everyone has their favorite New Yorker, and mine, without a doubt, is Sarah Jessica Parker. This has nothing to do with the Sex And The City franchise or anything Carrie Bradshaw related. Parker's an unabashed Manhattanite, practically a native, with a subtle sense of humor.

This video from Vogue only makes me like her more. Her West Village townhouse looks totally normal and lived in, if not a little bohemian. (The pocket doors! The globes! The jazz playing in the background!) This is every New Yorker's dream. Or at least mine.