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Furbo’s Breadpot Sourdough

December 15, 2017 Leave your thoughts Print this page

Hey, I’m Abby’s dad, aka “Furbo,” and one of Abby’s early cooking co-conspirators. Furbo is a name Abby stuck me with when she was obsessed with Furbies. Many years later, I’m still proudly Furbo.

In my free time, I dabble in bread baking. My sourdough starter is the descendant of my father-in-law John’s, which was created at his summer home in Amagansett, NY in 1965. Carissa’s Breads in East Hampton, uses a version of the same starter. If you like what you see here and are interested in starter, comment and I would be happy to hook you up.

John still bakes regularly. When Abby was little, he used to send her loaves of bread in the mail (slices with butter were a regular breakfast item). Seven years ago he encouraged me to get into the game and sent me home with a container of sourdough, which I’ve been feeding ever since. Abby and I named him “Louie.” Today, he now has an offspring at our second home in Florida, which we probably need to name Houghie or Dewey.

A few years ago, John sent me a beautiful clay breadpot from ceramic artist Judith Moskin. This was the big difference maker for me. Commercial bakers inject steam into their ovens, and while it is possible to use ice or other techniques to do the same, the home bread baker is always at a disadvantage. Enter the breadpot. With a few spritzes of water and a hot oven, it produces an exquisite crust and a good crumb. Judy’s pots are amazing, but expensive, and I’ve broken parts of them over the years. I’ve found a much less expensive alternative from Superstone, their Bread Dome Baker.

John encouraged me to experiment, and has remarked many times to me about how incredibly forgiving bread baking can be. His tutelage, as well as his willingness to share his baking wisdom, is what brings me to this post.

This year, we were delighted to have several of Abby’s friends for Thanksgiving dinner. Over our meal, Abby’s dear friend Natalie conveyed a request from her Mom (DeeDee), my Facebook friend, who has seen the bread porn I occasionally post. She wondered if I could tell her how to use sourdough starter.

Being a bit of an Zymology evangelist, I decided to instead send her a “child” of my starter in the mail. I also turned her onto my secret, the breadpot (pictured at the top of this post). I assured her that with the right ingredients and a breadpot she too could make a good crusty loaf. So this is for DeeDee (as well as Madison and Natalie).

Here are some visual highlights to help guide you. First off, “Louie,” who I feed once a week, but otherwise keep in the refrigerator. He is incredibly tolerant and has lived through power outages and occasional periods where I neglect him.


The aforementioned “breadpot.” This one has a glazed interior, and is said to be good for cooking other stuff like chicken or tagine. Other than wiping it out occasionally, I don’t clean it.

Superstone Bread Dome Baker

My rubbermaid container that I use for proofing. This is totally optional.

Stretching the Dough

The banneton basket gives the finished bread a nice professional ridged look. Definitely optional, but a good touch.

Proofing Basket Banneton

John only keeps his “dome” on for the first 10 minutes of baking. To make my bread crustier, I leave the top on for 30 minutes.

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Furbo’s Breadpot Sourdough Boule


Prep Time
10 min to make dough
60-90 min rise
5 min fold/stretch
60-90 min rise
2 min to shape loaf
60 min final proof

Cooking Time
30 min with top on
15 min with top off

Total Time 3 - 4 hours (most inactive)
Yield 1 medium sized loaf

3 cups Unbleached All Purpose Flour †

3  teaspoons of Instant Yeast ‡

2 teaspoons salt

1 dollop sourdough starter (about 1/2 – 1 cup)  ‡‡

1 1/4 cup warm water

Extra flour for kneading (and the proofing basket)

Cornmeal for the breadpot


Bring your sourdough starter to room temperature, either early the day of baking, or the day before.

In a 5 quart mixing bowl combine the flour, salt, and yeast. Stir to combine. Purist will do this without yeast, but I’m not a pure 🙂

Dollop the sourdough into the bowl and combine with the dry ingredients and stir. The consistency will be dry and flakey.

Slowly begin pouring the warm water into the bowl and using a rubber spatula or wooden spoon work the water into the dry ingredients. Depending on temperature and humidity, you may not need all of the water, so go slowly until the dough becomes tacky, but not too pasty. This will require some experimentation, and don’t be afraid to add more flour if it gets too pasty. Use your hands to finish kneading the dough into a ball, making sure to scrape bits of flour off the sides of the bowl until it is nearly all incorporated into the dough.

Lightly spray a lidded rectangular proofing container with neutral cooking spray and transfer the dough to it. I use a 24 cup Rubbermaid container, but you can skip this step and proof in a bowl, or on your flour dusted countertop with a towel on top of the dough. Make sure the container is out of direct light (and at room temperature) and put it aside to proof for 60-90 minutes.

After the first rise (the dough will typically double), lightly dust it with flour and fold it into itself from both sides. Then stretch it out. Put the top back on and put it aside for another 60-90 minutes.

Dust your counter with flour and turn the dough out onto it. Now form a round shaped loaf with your hands. If you don’t have a banneton proofing basket, cover the loaf with a tea towel and let sit for the final step before baking. If you have a banneton proofing basket, lightly dust it with flour. Transfer the loaf to it and cover with a tea towel. Preheat the oven to 500 degrees and while the oven comes up to temperature let the dough finish its shaping.

Dust the bottom of your bread pot with corn meal, or cut a circular round out of parchment for the bottom of the pot. Turn the loaf into the breadpot and make sure its centered at the bottom. With the bread in the pot, use a sharp knife to make 3 or more slashes in the top of the loaf. Using a spray bottle on mist setting, spritz the top a few times. Turn the oven down to 450 degrees and transfer the bread pot to the oven. Set the timer for 30 minutes. Remove the lid of the breadpot and return it to the oven. The bread is ready when the internal temperature is ~206 degrees.

Remove the bread from the breadpot and turn it out onto a wire rack and let it cool for 15-30 minutes (longer is better, but I will admit to ignoring this). Once the bread is cool store it in a paper bag.


Bakers Notes
† I like King Arthur. Also, I sometimes I substitute 1 cup of Whole Wheat

‡ 1 packet of Fleischmann’s RapidRise works fine, but I prefer Saf-Instant

‡‡ Get some from a friend (me included). By some online. Or create your own.

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On Love and Garlic Knots

November 5, 2017 Leave your thoughts Print this page

Every autumn as the leaves start to change, a sudden itch to bake pops into my mental periphery. I find myself daydreaming in class about French pastries and cinnamon, fantasizing about the ways I could reinvent chocolate chip cookies or braid a loaf of challah. As my friends can tell you, this is the season where the communal Tupperware container makes frequent appearances, gracing its audience with piles of brownies and cake slices. To me at least, fall and baking go hand-in-hand, and no autumnal meal would be complete without a sweet or bread-y sidekick.

As I stand in my kitchen stirring a caramel sauce or kneading dough, my mind turns reflective. In these repetitive motions, I think. A lot. And every fall, for some reason, I think about love.

Maybe it was because fall was the season when I first literally fell from someone. It was seventh grade, when I had the poofiest hair and biggest chutzpah you’d ever seen. I had a huge crush on this kid in a few of my classes, and one day, I decided to call him up and ask him to hang out. (Spoiler: he said yes, but to this day, it was truly one of the most awkward nights of my life.)

Honestly? Mistake. What was I thinking?! I was twelve and already a loud, ballsy feminist. The world of teenage boys was certainly not ready for adolescent Abby, who was ready for a mature man while still wearing peace sign scarves from Justice. Even though I commend my younger self for being so confident, I do wish I had waited. Because my very sensitive little heart got very disheartened when things didn’t go as planned.

After that, my love life was basically nonexistent until senior year, when I tried to give “romance” another try. I let myself be vulnerable and was honest with my emotions — which was kinda badass, I guess. But I got really, really badly hurt. It was the wrong time, and I picked the wrong person.

I got to college thinking things would be different. Boys would be more mature! Someone out there would be looking for an independent, quirky, strong-willed woman like myself! And I laugh. I’m sure people are out there, they gotta be. But so far, I have been disappointed. Young people are so into hookup culture, and I, as a closeted 40-something, am not. College students can be so wishy-washy and last-minute about things and people and plans. And even though it’s 2017 — where women should be able to ask out men (or other women!) without it being weird — initiating and being forward has never gone well for the potato. Ugh.

Part of it is patience. I’ve just gotta let go and let love find me. And sure, I can be all yoga-y about it and say, “I am a complete individual on my own, I do not need anyone to complete me. What you seek is surely seeking you, don’t be attached to ideas or people. Let the universe take you where it shall.” But you know what? That’s not really how I feel most of the time.

How do I feel? I feel frustrated. I feel frustrated that I still scare people away because I have opinions and personality and spunk. I feel frustrated that people still don’t respect my time. I feel frustrated how seemingly little people can seem to care. I feel frustrated that all of that — the inconsistency, the blasé spontaneity, the forgetfulness — is somehow okay. I feel frustrated that this is the same trope I’ve been experiencing since the first time I ever asked someone out seven years ago.

And you know what? It’s okay for your feelings about life and love to not be tied up in a perfect little box with a ribbon on top. It’s okay to be angry and frustrated and salty with the way societal norms are. It’s okay to want love and want to be loved and cry about it not being there in the way you want. It’s okay to have emotions, even “negative” ones.

So I guess that’s why I turn to carbohydrates. Because quite frankly, carbohydrates never fail to satisfy the romantic love I crave.

Apologies for the rant. I am truly an optimistic, upbeat person 90-95% of the time. But I think it’s important to share that 5-10% of pessimism, saltiness and frustration, because our multifaceted nature only makes us more endearingly human.

Anyway, to me, there is nothing more tender than biting into a fresh cookie, biscuit or roll. That doughiness, that warmth, that butteriness just melts all of the frustration away. One cannot possibly be sad whilst eating a homemade baked good: that is a scientific fact.

So, when I was feeling sad and nervous and anxious and disheartened last week, I made garlic knots. Because garlic can cure anything, I’m convinced.

I had such a fun time making these for my friends. My favorite part was tying them, because look at how cute they are! And each one is a little different. I find it simply adorable.

These are certainly a labor of love, but that’s my favorite part about baking. The more care you put into it, the more love you taste when you bite into that finished product. And having hot, crispy, chewy garlic knots last weekend was worth every second I put into making them.

Some notes! Please use bread flour. Bread flour means chewy, crispy garlic knots. Just get your butt over to Whole Foods and do it. And use lots of garlic. I actually adapted my recipe from the first time I made it to include more garlic. You wouldn’t want to make out with a vampire, anyway. (Sorry, I was never into Edward Cullen.)

Bony African feet! (Bon appétit in meme slang.)

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Garlic Knots


Prep Time 2 hr 30 min
Cooking Time 20 min
Total Time 3 hr
Yield 16 garlic knots


1/2 tbsp sugar

2 1/2 tsp active dry yeast

1 1/2 cups warm water (~110 degrees)

2 tbsp EVOO

2 1/2 tsp salt

1 tsp garlic powder

4 cups of bread flour


8 cloves of garlic, crushed

1 stick of salted butter (1/2 cup)

1/2 cup parsley, finely chopped


In a large bowl or the bowl of a stand mixer, combine the sugar, yeast and warm water. Make sure the water isn’t too hot, or else the yeast will die! Stir together with a spoon and let sit until the yeast are nice and bubbly, about 10 minutes.

Add the olive oil, salt, garlic powder, and 1 cup of the bread flour. Stir together with a spoon or the dough hook attachment on your stand mixer. Keep adding flour, 1 cup at a time, until the dough is thick. Knead with your hands on a well-floured work space or with the dough hook in the stand mixer until smooth and not sticky, about ten minutes. If the dough still clings to your fingers or palms after kneading, add more flour, 2 tbsp or so at a time, until it stops sticking. If the dough seems dry and crumbly, add more water, 1 tbsp at a time, until it becomes smoother.

Lightly oil a clean bowl with some olive oil and put the dough inside. Cover with a tea towel and let rise in a warm place until doubled, about 90 minutes – 2 hours.

Once doubled, put the dough on a well-floured work space. Cut in half, then cut in half again. Cut each piece into four quarters, trying to keep each piece the same size. If you have a kitchen scale, use it! Simply weigh the whole dough ball and divide by 16 to determine your individual roll mass. If not, no worries, just eyeball it the best you can.

Place the dough balls on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper, cover with a tea towel, and let rise for 30 minutes.

When the 30 minutes are up, take a dough ball and, on a well-floured work space, roll it into a rope about 7-8 inches long. Tie it just as you would a knot. If you have excess dough after tying the knot, tuck it under the formed roll. Repeat with remaining dough balls.

Place back on baking sheet, cover with a tea towel, and let rise for another 30 minutes.

Meanwhile, preheat the oven to 450 degrees.

In a small saucepan, melt the butter. Add the garlic and parsley, stir, and let cook for a minute. Remove from the heat, cover with a lid, and let steep while the rolls rise.

Once the rolls have finished their final rise, lightly brush them with half of the garlic/parsley butter. Let bake until golden brown on the outside, about 18-20 minutes.

Brush with the remaining half of the garlic/parsley butter upon exiting the oven. Let cool for a few minutes, then serve immediately.

We’ll see when love will find me. But until then, I have garlic knots and some incredibly kickass friends to keep me company.

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Chewy Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies

October 23, 2017 Leave your thoughts Print this page

Hello again, friends! I’ve been cooking up a storm, so I’m back again for another post. I hope you’re ready for some fat, decadent cookies.

In other news, it’s October, but still feels like summer. What gives, New York? (Or more like, what gives, climate change?) I’ve got a pile of sweaters in my closet just waiting to be worn, but the weather refuses to budge away from tank top temperatures. UGH.

While this complaint is justifiable — it shouldn’t be 75 degrees in the second half of October — part of the problem is that I’m an incredibly impatient person. I always have been: patience is an Achilles heel of mine. As I child, I couldn’t last for more than 45 minutes in a museum or aquarium. I’d work myself up into a tizzy if I didn’t know what I was doing each day. Lines and long car rides were the death of me (and my poor parents).

Patience is something I’ve been coming back to again and again recently. Because lately, I’ve been especially antsy about getting things to happen.

Everything I do is fast. I walk fast. I talk fast. I jump into friendships fast. I make decisions fast. I get tests done fast. I practice yoga fast. My brain is constantly going at lightning speed, quickly bouncing from one thing to the next. It doesn’t help that I live in New York City, one of the most fast-paced environments in the world. Simply stepping out my door makes me want to move and think even faster.

Slowing down is honestly so challenging for me. I wish I was some chill, laid-back girl-next-door who could just be spontaneous with life. But alas, I’m not she, nor will I ever be she.

And you know what? That’s okay. Being an energetic planner means that I’m great at initiating, whether that be in conversations or lunch dates. It means I give a shit about getting shit done. Authenticity is my jam, and I will never stray from who I am just because I’m not “chill” enough.

That being said, we all have things we could and should work on, and one of mine is definitely patience. I need to be more patient with people: friendships take time, and everyone has flaws and approaches things differently. I need to be more patient with life: love will find me when the time is right, when the person is right. And I need to be more patient with myself: lessons cannot be learned overnight, and something like anxiety takes a lifetime to conquer.

But one place where I can definitely exercise patience? The kitchen!

I personally see cooking as a laboratory for things I need to work out in my life. (Perhaps this is why I always hide in the kitchen when I get stressed out?) So this week, I worked out some impatience by baking some cookies that needed to chill in the fridge for a few hours before baking. (See the theme?)

No matter how you prepare them, cookies are delicious. But allowing some doughs to chill in the fridge before baking can do wonders for texture. Have you ever bitten into a thick, sensuous, chewy cookie? Part of that is likely flour content, but part of it too is that fridge time. When doughs are cooled in this fashion, the fat (butter) melts more slowly in the oven, thus preventing the cookies from becoming flat and crunchy.

And who would want a flat, crunchy cookie when you could have a sumptuous mouthful of peanut butter and chocolate?

These are pretty straightforward. My only recommendations? Use salted peanut butter. Crunchy, creamy, whatever, doesn’t matter. But please use salted. And DO NOT flatten the cookies before baking them in the oven. Drop ’em on the baking sheet and let them be. You want to maintain that magical thickness.

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Chewy Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies


Prep Time 15 min
Cooking Time 15 min
Total Time 3 hr
Yield ~30 cookies

2 sticks of unsalted butter (1 cup), softened

1 1/4 cups of brown sugar

2 eggs, at room temperature

1 cup of salted peanut butter (crunchy or smooth, up to you)

1 tbsp vanilla extract

2 3/4 cup all-purpose flour

1/2 tsp salt (if you aren’t into salt, use unsalted peanut butter and keep salt at this amount)

1 tsp baking soda

2 cups of dark chocolate chips or chunks


In the bowl of a stand mixer (or in a bowl with an electric beater), cream the butter and sugar. Scrape down the bowl. Add the eggs, one at a time, and beat until incorporated. Scrape down the bowl again. Add the peanut butter and beat until smooth. Add the vanilla and give a quick beat just to incorporate.

Add the flour, 1 cup at a time. Scrape down the bowl between each addition. During the final addition, add the salt and baking soda. The cookie dough should be quite thick: if you’re using a stand mixer, the dough should stick and hold its shape around the hook attachment. If still feeling a bit too wet, add up to 1/4 cup more flour.

If you’re good to go, fold in the chocolate chips with a spatula. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap. Let chill in the fridge for 1-3 hours.

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Line a large baking sheet with plastic wrap.

With an ice cream scoop or two large spoon, shape the cookies. Do not flatten them in any manner. Space them evenly on the baking sheet. Bake until the edges begin to turn golden brown and the middle springs back with a gentle touch, about 12-14 minutes.

Let cool slightly, then transfer to a cooling rack. Serve warm, or keep in an airtight container for 3-4 days.

Here’s to zen, my friends. Maybe one day I too can be a chilled-out cookie.

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Nacho Average Nachos

October 8, 2017 Leave your thoughts Print this page

Hello! I am still alive! And well! And I have a RECIPE to share on the blog?! WHAT?!

Unfortunately, Yes to Yummy has been on the back burner for the past year or so. While I have found time here and there to write about the New York delicacies I was sampling, I could rarely pull together a few hours to get myself to a kitchen, grab my camera, and write about what I was up to.

Oh yeah, and I didn’t have a kitchen in my freshman dorm. That played big role, too.

And this summer, I thought I was going to have time to cook and develop recipes. Yup, good joke. I’m pretty sure I just ate tomatoes with olive oil and salt for dinner when I’d get home at night from my full-time job.

But now I’m back in school. A good friend (and former roommate of mine) and I are living in a lovely upperclassman dorm with a wonderful kitchen. Being able to make dinner in my pajamas again has totally rocked my world.

The past month or so has reminded me why I fell in love with cooking all of those years ago. I love the process of planning, going grocery shopping, perusing the farmer’s market, preparing, eating. I love the sounds, the sights, the smells, the tastes. I love the satisfaction of feeding my friends something delicious. I love having conversations about everything under the sun at my dining table. I love having my passion back. It feels so good.

So, why nachos? There’s a story behind that.

When I was younger, I was never a fan of nachos. It was that goopy artificial cheese. From a can or something. Yuck. And I could never understand why you would purposefully ruin a wonderfully crunchy chip with tons of sub-par dairy. Needless to say nachos were not my snack of choice at the movie theater or bowling alley.

It wasn’t until my senior year of high school when my perspective changed. One night, a friend of mine and I went out to a local restaurant in the town over from ours, a healthy/vegetarian place called The Lime. I had been going there since childhood, eating their thick, warm slices of whole wheat bread and drinking glasses of carrot juice. But never before had I been there by myself, as a “kind-of-adult” who could drive and order her own food.

“We have to get the nachos,” my friend insisted, glazing over the appetizer list. “They’re amazing.”

For a moment, I resisted. I was Abby, lover of all things crispy, skeptic of sogginess and sour cream. I wasn’t a nacho fan.

But I agreed anyway. I still don’t know why. Perhaps it was because I was seventeen and itching for newness, itching to get out of my small suburban town. Everything felt repetitive and claustrophobically familiar. Maybe nachos would be my first step into the unknown, the rebellious, the reinvented.

Unfortunately, these nachos were not the cure to my teenage angst. But they knocked my socks off nonetheless.

I remember that dark brown dish landing on our table like it was yesterday. Beneath layers of melted cheddar lay succulent black beans and bits of onion. Salsa stood as a punchy sidekick, beckoning us to dip those cheese encrusted chips. We dove in with relish, and from that day forward, I was a nacho lover.

Even though high school is far behind me and that friendship is no longer, I still look back fondly on that chilly evening at The Lime. In a way, it was a small reminder that things could change, that things could get better. And they did.

And now, two years later, I’m standing in my kitchen, making nachos for myself. I’m so much happier, so much more secure in myself and my place in the world. I’ve let go of so many things I needed to put behind me. But I haven’t let go of my desire to make and eat nachos my way.

This recipe is honestly a breeze. If you’re got an oven, a nearby grocery store, and half an hour on your hands, you can get a delicious, inexpensive sheet of goodness on the table for you and several buddies. I got fancy and made my own salsa with heirloom tomatoes from the farmer’s market; if you’re lazy or short on time, just get some good salsa from the store. I love a combination of cheddar and jack cheese, but feel free to use one or the other. And yes, go ahead and put sour cream on top if you’d really like. (I’m still not a huge fan of sour cream. Some things don’t change, and that’s okay.)

Go forth my friends. Make good food for the people you love.

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Nacho Average Nachos


Prep Time 15 min
Cooking Time 15 min
Total Time 30 min
Yield 4-6 servings


2 large tomatoes, finely chopped

2-3 jalapeno peppers, seeded or not (you decide), finely chopped

1/2 red onion, finely chopped

1/2 cup fresh cilantro, finely chopped

The juice of 1-2 limes (about 2-3 tbsp)

Salt, to taste


1 15 oz can of black beans, drained

2 tsp cumin

3/4 tsp salt

1-2 tsp chili powder

4-5 cups of sturdy corn tortilla chips

1- 1 1/2 cups of mild cheddar cheese, shredded

1 cup of jack cheese, shredded



In a medium bowl, combine all of the ingredients. Taste and add more salt or citrus, if necessary. Let sit for at least half an hour to let the flavors meld.


Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Line a large rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper. Set aside.

In a small saucepan, combine the black beans, cumin, salt and chili powder. Cover with a lid and heat over medium. Cook until just beginning to soften, about 10-15 minutes. If the black beans start sticking to the pot, add a tablespoon or two of water to keep things smooth. Set aside.

Line the bottom of the baking sheet with a layer of tortilla chips, taking care to make sure the chips aren’t overlapping. Top with about a third of the salsa and half of the black beans. Cover with half of each of the cheeses. Add another layer of chips on top and repeat, finishing with a final layer of cheese.

Bake until the cheese melts and begins to turn golden brown, about 15 minutes. If the cheese is melted, but still looking pretty white, turn the broiler on low and watch carefully as the cheese begins to crisp up. (Be careful, though — there’s parchment under those nachos!)

Serve immediately with remaining salsa and guacamole, sour cream and/or fresh cilantro, if you’d like.

We back, ladies and gentlemen.

(What will my next recipe be? Nacho business.)

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Freshman Year, in Photos

May 14, 2017 Leave your thoughts Print this page

(Photo credits to my best friend Soph for this one!!!)

I can’t believe it! My freshman year is over. Where did the time go?! It feels like just yesterday I was graduating high school and moving into my dorm. Now I’m going to be a sophomore. Holy guacamole!

These past nine months have been absolutely amazing. I’ve loved living in New York, making friends, hanging out at my new yoga studio, learning exciting things and, of course, eating lots of delicious food. I feel so much happier and more relaxed than I ever did in high school. Moving somewhere different totally changed my perspective. I’ve grown a lot, whether in being kinder to myself or more selective about to whom I extend my friendship. I’ve been able to let go a lot of past angst, things that had been holding me back for a while. It feels like a tremendous weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and the Big Apple has put the spring back into my step.

But, most importantly, I finally feel like I belong somewhere. I never felt like I fit in in my preppy suburban town. While I made it work and had great friends nonetheless, I knew from childhood that I was meant to be somewhere else. And now, I finally feel like I’ve found that place. The energy of New York is electric, and the people I’ve met here are so my type. I’ve loved listening to music with my friends, sharing life philosophies with my roommates, dancing with my yoga buddies — people who know how quirky they are and aren’t ashamed to show it. I feel so grateful to be in such a wonderful city.

In this post, I’m going to share some of my favorite photos and memories from this year — mostly so that, one day, I can look back and remember all of the fun. I hope you enjoy!


First days at Laughing Lotus, Flatiron District, August 2016

Mac and cheese at The Smith, East Village, September 2016

Walking the Brooklyn Bridge with Sophie, September 2016

Backbending at Laughing Lotus, Flatiron District, September 2016

Cookies at Levain Bakery, Upper West Side, September 2016

Walking to Brooklyn across Manhattan Bridge, September 2016

Being bougie at Brookfield Place, Financial District, with Kevin, September 2016

UFO Cone at Ice & Vice, Chinatown, September 2016

Bushwick Collective, Bushwick (Brooklyn), September 2016

Matcha Latte at Bibble and Sip, Theater District, October 2016

My room at Founders Hall, East Village, October 2016

Shovels & Rope at Williamsburg Hall of Music, Williamsburg (Brooklyn), October 2016

Last day of 200 Hour Yoga Teacher Training at Saraswati’s Yoga Joint, October 2016

Sending off my vote for POTUS (HILL YEAH), October 2016

Iconic Birken-sock combo with street art, East Village, October 2016

Foliage at Prospect Park, Park Slope/Prospect Heights (Brooklyn), October 2016

Breakfast at Buvette, West Village, October 2016

Chocolat chaud at Maribelle, Soho, October 2016

Kara on the West Side Highway, October 2016

Advisory NYC reunion, October 2016 (Alison, Alexandra, myself, Maggie, Haley)

Frozen smore at Dominique Ansel, Soho, October 2016

Protesting at Trump Tower, Midtown, November 2016

Being nasty in the East Village, November 2016

Rockaway Beach (Queens) with Mallika and Ruchi (two of my roomies), November 2016

Sticky notes at Union Square, November 2016

Brunch at Queens Comfort, Astoria (Queens), November 2016

Exploring Astoria (Queens), November 2016

Christmas tree at Bryant Park, Midtown, December 2016

Late Show with Steven Colbert, Theater District, December 2016

Bernie Sanders at Cooper Union, East Village, December 2016

Lunch date with Stephanie, Greenwich Village, December 2016


Sunset on Sanibel Island, Florida, December 2016

Street Art in Hong Kong, January 2017

Stanley Harbor, Hong Kong, January 2017

Tai Tam Reservoir, Hong Kong, January 2017

Soup dumplings, Hong Kong, January 2017

Hello Kitty dim sum, Hong Kong, January 2017

Pastries at Cafe Causette, Hong Kong, January 2017

Shopping in Hong Kong, January 2017

Jeromy in Washington Square Park, January 2017

Lower East Side, January 2017

A bad hombre and a nasty woman, Williamsburg (Brooklyn), January 2017

Tompkins Square Bagels, East Village, January 2017

Pussy hat 24/7, Williamsburg (Brooklyn), January 2017

Rally for immigration reform, Battery Park, Financial District, January 2017

Hiding from the patriarchy in my favorite tree in Prospect Park, Park Slope/Prospect Heights (Brooklyn), February 2017

Snow day in Central Park, February 2017

Neon sign in the Flatiron District, February 2017

Hello Kitty ice cream in Flushing (Queens), February 2017

Sunrise clouds from my dorm window, East Village, February 2017

Valentine’s Day vibes, Greenwich Village, February 2017

Soul sisters, February 2017

Sophie’s 18th, February 2017

Lake Street Dive at College Street Music Hall, New Haven, February 2017

First warm day of the season, Washington Square Park, February 2017

Severn at Williamsburg Waterfront, Williamsburg (Brooklyn), February 2017

Brunch at Milk and Roses, Greenpoint (Brooklyn), March 2017

International Women’s Day Rally with Alienor, Washington Square Park, March 2017

Sophie at golden hour, March 2017

Advisory pizza party, March 2017


Family dinners with Kas, East Village, March 2017

Being artsy at Spreadhouse Cafe, Lower East Side, March 2017

Tongues out with Sophie, Elizabeth Street Garden, Nolita, March 2017

Stealing daffodils at the Elizabeth Street Garden, Nolita, March 2017

Breakfast at Citizens of Chelsea, Chelsea, March 2017

Early cherry blossoms at Central Park, April 2017

Stealing more flowers at Central Park, April 2017

Daffodils at the Elizabeth Street Garden, Nolita, April 2017

Spicy Spring from Prince Street Pizza, Nolita, April 2017

Ample Hills cone, Park Slope, April 2017

Prospect Park, Park Slope/Prospect Heights (Brooklyn), with Scarlett, April 2017

Scarlett at Prospect Park, Park Slope/Prospect Heights (Brooklyn), April 2017

Prospect Park cherry blossoms, Park Slope/Prospect Heights (Brooklyn), April 2017

Rowing with Kevin in Central Park, April 2017

Murray’s Cheese Bar, West Village, April 2017

Walking the Brooklyn Bridge, April 2017

Cobble Hill, April 2017

Ice cream at Sundaes & Cones, East Village, April 2017

Cherry blossoms in Washington Square Park, April 2017

March for Science, Theater District, April 2017

Falafel slider, Techniques of Regional Cuisine final, April 2017

Shelby in Washington Square Park, April 2017

Flowers in Alphabet City, April 2017

Shelby at the 6B Community Garden, Alphabet City/East Village, April 2017

Roommates (Amanda, Abby, Mallika, Ruchi) in Greenpoint (Brooklyn), April 2017


Paulie Gee’s, Greenpoint (Brooklyn), April 2017

Serendipity 3, Upper East Side, April 2017

Roommates (Ruchi, Mallika, Abby, Amanda) at Wowfulls, Lower East Side, May 2017

Wowfulls, Lower East Side, May 2017

Fourteenth floor squad at Wowfulls, Lower East Side, May 2017

Laughing Lotus, Flatiron District, May 2017

View from West Side Highway, May 2017

Birthday cake courtesy of roommates, May 2017

Last lunch with the roomies, Greenwich Village, May 2017

Thanks to everyone who made my freshman year so special. Here’s to many more good times!!!



P.S. A year wouldn’t be complete without a playlist. So in case you’ve read this far (haha), here were some of my favorites from this year!

  1. Life Itself ~ Glass Animals
  2. Dearly Departed ~ Shakey Graves and Esme Patterson
  3. Call Me ~ St. Paul and the Broken Bones
  4. Hell Yeah ~ Lake Street Dive
  5. Leaves and Kings ~ Josh Ritter
  6. Dopamine ~ BORNS
  7. Stronger Than That ~ Bahamas
  8. Anywhere ~ Passenger
  9. Part of Me ~ Tedeschi Trucks Band
  10. Hail Hail ~ Shovels & Rope
  11. Stay ~ Kygo
  12. Bad Moon Rising ~ Creedence Clearwater Revival
  13. Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard ~ Paul Simon
  14. Stayin’ Alive ~ Bee Gees (yes, laugh at me all you want)
  15. Gemini Feed ~ Banks
  16. Never Be Like You ~ Flume
  17. Sex and Question Marks ~ The Wombats
  18. Youth ~ Glass Animals
  19. 29 #Strafford APTS ~ Bon Iver
  20. My Heart’s in the Right Place ~ Lake Street Dive
  21. All Is Now Harmed ~ Ben Howard
  22. Josh McBride ~ The Head and the Heart
  23. Girl from the North Country ~ Bob Dylan
  24. Be the Song ~ Foy Vance
  25. Godawful Things ~ Lake Street Dive
  26. Amazing Eyes ~ Good Old War
  27. Wild Ones ~ Bahari
  28. Beekeeper ~ David Wax Museum
  29. Your Sly Smile ~ Iron & Wine
  30. Tomorrow ~ Shakey Graves
  31. La Belle Fleur Sauvage ~ Lord Huron
  32. You Go Down Smooth ~ Lake Street Dive
  33. Two of Us on the Run ~ Lucius
  34. Fool ~ BORNS
  35. Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes ~ Paul Simon
  36. Fell in Love with a Girl ~ The White Stripes
  37. No You Girls ~ Franz Ferdinand
  38. Elijah ~ Lake Street Dive
  39. Paint It, Black ~ The Rolling Stones
  40. HandClap ~ Fitz and the Tantrums
  41. Aftershave Ocean ~ The Vaccines
  42. Little Record Girl ~ Bahamas
  43. Two Fingers ~ Jake Bugg
  44. Goodway ~ Monsters of Folk
  45. Colas ~ David Wax Museum
  46. Wildewoman ~ Lucius
  47. Go Your Own Way ~ Fleetwood Mac
  48. Born at the Right Time ~ Paul Simon
  49. Tilted ~ Christine and the Queens
  50. Save the World ~ Shovels & Rope
  51. I Know What I Know ~ Paul Simon
  52. Get Together ~ Handsome and Gretyl
  53. Dancing at the Blue Lagoon ~ Cayucas
  54. Everybody Wants to Rule the World ~ Tears for Fears
  55. All Around the World or the Myth of Fingerprints ~ Paul Simon
  56. Artifice ~ SOHN
  57. Buckets of Rain ~ Bob Dylan
  58. I’ve Just Seen a Face ~ The Beatles
  59. Good Morning ~ Grouplove
  60. Waiting on the Summer ~ VHS Collection
  61. If She Wants Me ~ Belle & Sebastian
  62. Doing Good ~ Milky Chance
  63. She’s a Rainbow ~ The Rolling Stones
  64. She Loves You ~ The Beatles
  65. I Don’t Want to Know ~ Fleetwood Mac


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