October 8, 2017
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.
Prep Time 15 min
Cooking Time 15 min
Total Time 30 min
Yield 4-6 servings
FOR THE SALSA:
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
FOR THE NACHOS:
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
FOR THE SALSA:
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.
FOR THE NACHOS:
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.)
Tags: cheese, easy, gluten-free, quick, summer, vegetarian
May 14, 2017
(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!
- Life Itself ~ Glass Animals
- Dearly Departed ~ Shakey Graves and Esme Patterson
- Call Me ~ St. Paul and the Broken Bones
- Hell Yeah ~ Lake Street Dive
- Leaves and Kings ~ Josh Ritter
- Dopamine ~ BORNS
- Stronger Than That ~ Bahamas
- Anywhere ~ Passenger
- Part of Me ~ Tedeschi Trucks Band
- Hail Hail ~ Shovels & Rope
- Stay ~ Kygo
- Bad Moon Rising ~ Creedence Clearwater Revival
- Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard ~ Paul Simon
- Stayin’ Alive ~ Bee Gees (yes, laugh at me all you want)
- Gemini Feed ~ Banks
- Never Be Like You ~ Flume
- Sex and Question Marks ~ The Wombats
- Youth ~ Glass Animals
- 29 #Strafford APTS ~ Bon Iver
- My Heart’s in the Right Place ~ Lake Street Dive
- All Is Now Harmed ~ Ben Howard
- Josh McBride ~ The Head and the Heart
- Girl from the North Country ~ Bob Dylan
- Be the Song ~ Foy Vance
- Godawful Things ~ Lake Street Dive
- Amazing Eyes ~ Good Old War
- Wild Ones ~ Bahari
- Beekeeper ~ David Wax Museum
- Your Sly Smile ~ Iron & Wine
- Tomorrow ~ Shakey Graves
- La Belle Fleur Sauvage ~ Lord Huron
- You Go Down Smooth ~ Lake Street Dive
- Two of Us on the Run ~ Lucius
- Fool ~ BORNS
- Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes ~ Paul Simon
- Fell in Love with a Girl ~ The White Stripes
- No You Girls ~ Franz Ferdinand
- Elijah ~ Lake Street Dive
- Paint It, Black ~ The Rolling Stones
- HandClap ~ Fitz and the Tantrums
- Aftershave Ocean ~ The Vaccines
- Little Record Girl ~ Bahamas
- Two Fingers ~ Jake Bugg
- Goodway ~ Monsters of Folk
- Colas ~ David Wax Museum
- Wildewoman ~ Lucius
- Go Your Own Way ~ Fleetwood Mac
- Born at the Right Time ~ Paul Simon
- Tilted ~ Christine and the Queens
- Save the World ~ Shovels & Rope
- I Know What I Know ~ Paul Simon
- Get Together ~ Handsome and Gretyl
- Dancing at the Blue Lagoon ~ Cayucas
- Everybody Wants to Rule the World ~ Tears for Fears
- All Around the World or the Myth of Fingerprints ~ Paul Simon
- Artifice ~ SOHN
- Buckets of Rain ~ Bob Dylan
- I’ve Just Seen a Face ~ The Beatles
- Good Morning ~ Grouplove
- Waiting on the Summer ~ VHS Collection
- If She Wants Me ~ Belle & Sebastian
- Doing Good ~ Milky Chance
- She’s a Rainbow ~ The Rolling Stones
- She Loves You ~ The Beatles
- I Don’t Want to Know ~ Fleetwood Mac
Tags: college, my life
March 16, 2017
Hello. My name is Abby. And I like chocolate. Wait, correction. I love chocolate. Hang on, final correction. I AM FREAKING OBSESSED WITH CHOCOLATE AND WILL MARRY IT IF GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY. There we go!
Chocolate has gotten me through a lot in my life, and for that, I am eternally grateful.
We’ve been eating a version of this cake in my family for years. The original recipe is from “Great Good Desserts Naturally” by Fran Costigan, a book that’s been sitting on our cookbook shelf for as long as I can remember.
The best part of this cake is that everyone can eat it. No, really, everyone. Which is why I decided to make it for the birthday of my dear friend Sophie.
Guys, I’d like to introduce you to Sophie, a true soul sister of mine. We met through yoga last year and, after getting dinner together one night, became instant best friends. We share so much and I feel so grateful to have her in my life.
Now, Sophie is a vegan…who also can’t eat gluten. Oh, I can see the reactions on your faces now. “What could she possibly eat? Grass? Air? Dirt?”
Contrary to what may be depicted in this incredibly amusing meme, gluten-free vegans can actually eat quite a lot. Rice. Beans. Quinoa. All veggies and fruits. Potatoes and sweet potatoes. Nuts. Avocados. Dark chocolate. There’s plenty if you explore your options!
But when it comes to dessert, baking without dairy, eggs or flour can be a bit tricky. I’ve made plenty of vegan or gluten-free treats in my time, but rarely have I succeeded at simultaneously accomplishing both. But when Sophie’s 18th birthday came around on February 22nd, I knew I had to find a way to make a delicious dessert that fit the bill.
And this cake did the trick!
By substituting wheat flour with gluten-free baking mix or gluten-free oat flour, you can make this delectable vegan chocolate cake for your Celiac or gluten-intolerant friends. And guess what? It still tastes incredible: moist, fudgy and so chocolaty you might go into cacao-induced shock.
While the cake itself is beyond yummy, I think my favorite part of this dessert is the frosting. It’s like eating the lovechild of chocolate pudding and ganache. AMAZING.
And did the vegan enjoy her birthday cake? I think she did!
Do you have vegan friends? Do any of them have a birthday coming up? No need to fear, this vegan chocolate cake is here! Moist, unbelievably chocolaty and quite easy to prepare, this beauty is sure to impress your herbivorous and omnivorous friends alike. Feel free to double the recipe and increase the number of layers!
Adapted from Fran Costigan’s “The Chocolate Cake to Live For”
Prep Time 1 hr 30 min
Cooking Time 30 min
Total Time 2 hr
Yield ~12 servings
FOR THE FROSTING:
1 1/2 cups of cocoa powder (please use the best stuff you can get your hands on!)
3/4 cup of sugar
1/2 teaspoon of sea salt
1 cup of boiling water
1 cup of maple syrup
2 tablespoons of vanilla extract
1/4 cup + 3 tablespoons of cornstarch or arrowroot, dissolved in 1/2 cup of water
FOR THE CAKE:
1 cup of whole wheat pastry flour + 1 cup of all-purpose flour, or sub gluten-free all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons of baking powder
2 teaspoons of baking soda
1 teaspoon of salt
1/2 teaspoon of cinnamon
3/4 cup of cocoa powder
1/2 cup of sugar
1/2 cup of vegetable oil
1 cup of maple syrup
1 cup of unsweetened vanilla soy milk or almond milk
1 cup of water
2 teaspoons of vinegar
1 tablespoon of vanilla extract
Splash of almond extract
FOR THE FROSTING:
In a high-speed blender, blend the cocoa powder, sugar and salt until well-combined. With the blender running on medium-low speed, pour in the boiling water. Stop the blender and scrape down the sides, then add the maple syrup and vanilla. Blend to incorporate.
Meanwhile, whisk together the cornstarch or arrowroot with the water until dissolved. Set aside.
Pour the chocolate sauce into a small saucepan. Heat over medium until the mixture comes to a boil. Once bubbling, slowly pour in the cornstarch/arrowroot, whisking constantly to prevent clumps from forming. Continue boiling for another 30 seconds, then remove from the heat. Keep whisking until thickened. Pour into a heat-proof container or boil and let cool in the fridge for at least two hours.
FOR THE CAKE:
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Line two 9-inch circular pans with parchment paper and grease well. Set aside.
In a large bowl, whisk together all of the dry ingredients (flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, cocoa powder and sugar). Add the wet ingredients (vegetable oil, maple syrup, milk, water, vinegar and extracts). Whisk to combine.
Evenly distribute the batter between the two circular pans. Tap gently to spread the batter out.
Bake in the preheated oven until a toothpick comes out just barely clean, about 25 minutes. Be mindful: it could be closer to 20 if your oven runs hot, or closer to 30 if your oven runs cool.
Once the cakes come out of the oven, let them cool in their pans for half an hour, then transfer to cooling racks and let come to room temperature before frosting.
Take a piece of wax paper and lay it on top of a cutting board. Gently place one of the cakes on top of it. Using an inverted spatula, take a generous dollop of frosting and spread it all around the cake. Once sufficiently frosted, place the other cake directly on top of the first one. Use the rest of the frosting to cover the cake completely in chocolaty goodness. Eat what you don’t use.
Put the cake in the fridge for an hour before slicing and serving.
Here’s to another year of tasty treats for my favorite vegan! <3
Tags: Allergy friendly, baking, cake, chocolate, dairy-free, delicious, dessert, frosting, gluten-free, healthy, nut-free, vegan
February 5, 2017
Hello everybody! I’m still alive! I assure you that I have neither joined a nomadic beat poetry group nor relocated to a cave in Tahiti to hide from the Trump administration. I am still here, in all of my potato glory, in New York City. I’m in the second semester of my freshman year at NYU, which I think is pretty darn crazy. It feels like I just got here! At least in terms of my personal life, I haven’t been this happy in a long time. I love my classes, I love my professors, I love my friends, I love my yoga studio, I love my city. Such a stark contrast to how unhappy and unfulfilled I often felt in high school. Even though younger Abby knew how great college was going to be, I wish I could go back in time and reassure her how much better things were going to get.
Everything I’ve been doing has totally rocked my world. I’ve marched in protests with tens of thousands of other people. Gone exploring in all kinds of cool places, often completely on my own. Dug through endless racks at thrift stores, danced my heart out at folk rock concerts in Brooklyn, written essays and papers about xenophobia in cuisine and the history of gluten, taken yoga classes with live blues music. So freaking cool. I love it all.
Oh, and the food here? Freaking phenomenal. While I don’t eat out all of the time (because I’m required to be on a meal plan — yuck — and don’t want to turn into a broke bowling ball), I try my best to get out and see what kinds of culinary delights the Big Apple has to offer. Here are some of my favorite places that I’ve been to thus far!
23 Clinton Street (Lower East Side)
I love tea. I love bubbles. So what could be better than bubble tea?!
For some reason, they don’t have boba where I’m from in Connecticut. Which, by the way, makes absolutely no sense. Connecticut is filled with basic white people, and basic white people love ~slightly~ exotic things, particularly fruity beverages. Oh, and balls. Tehee! So why no bubble tea, Fairfield County? Still a mystery to me.
Anyway, Boba Guys is my remedy for all of my bubble tea-deprived years. Located in a cool, slightly grungy neighborhood just south of Houston Street, it’s a great place to stop while exploring the eastern side of downtown. Boba Guys uses really high quality ingredients, which Ms. Food Studies Major beyond appreciates. Real, freshly-brewed teas, tapioca balls made in house, organic milk and non-dairy milks? Sign me up!
My favorite drink is the strawberry tea fresca, which is sweet and super fruity. Definitely a solid pick for a hot spring or summer day. Other great options include the matcha latte, chamomile mint and lychee green tea. I’ve also had a pumpkin spice tea before, which was surprisingly good (and unsurprisingly basic). I’d also suggest that if you, like me, are not the biggest fan of diabetes, you order your tea at 50% sweetness or less. The only thing you’ll be missing out on is elevated blood sugar levels.
Recommended activities nearby: Wander around the Lower East Side. Clinton Street is cool, as is nearby Ludlow Street. You’re also not far from the Williamsburg Bridge, which will take you right to the heart of hipsterdom in a good 45 minutes. If you walk west, you’ll also find yourself in Nolita, one of my favorite neighborhoods. Very worth a visit.
Nearest subway: Delancey Street (F line) or Essex Street (J, M, and Z)
Tompkins Square Bagels
165 Avenue A (Alphabet City/East Village)
“Oh babe, meet me at Tompkins Square (Bagels)…” — Not Mumford & Sons
My personal favorite breakfast spot in all of New York. Located in the quiet, neighborhood-y East Village, this place screams cozy and casual. They bake bagels fresh every day and offer a wide breadth of cream cheeses and spreads, ranging from scallion-bacon to cookie dough.
While I’ve tried a variety of combinations, my favorite is a toasted everything bagel with scallion cream cheese, avocado and tomato, maybe with lox if I’m feeling fancy. I also really like a toasted French toast or cinnamon raisin bagel with banana and mixed berry cream cheese when I’m in a sweeter mood.
Although I’ve never been to Tompkins Square Bagels when it’s super busy, rumor has it that lines are insane on Saturday and Sunday mornings. I’d definitely recommend coming on the early side (definitely before 8:30 or 9) and/or on a weekday when it’s pleasantly calm. It’s also cash-only, so come prepared!
Recommended activities: I know Alphabet City got a bad rep “before my time,” but at least from my point of view, it’s a fine place for wandering around during the day. Tompkins Square Park is right across the street (as implied in the name), and there’s a cute garden nearby along Avenue B. Keep your eyes peeled for an enormous mural featuring kitties imbibing in all kinds of illegal substances. There are also some bomb thrift stores along 1st Avenue, my favorite being AuH2O on 7th Street between 1st and 2nd.
Nearest subway: 1st Ave (L line)
167 West 74th Street (Upper West Side)
I just sold you with that picture. Need I say more?
These cookies are gargantuan. Maybe large enough to be considered a pet. Can you have a pet cookie? Hmm. Anyway, think warm, soft on the inside, crunchy on the outside. Boy they are good. Everyone loves the classic (chocolate chip with walnuts), but I actually preferred the oatmeal raisin and double chocolate. So freaking phenomenal.
There’s usually a line, so get ready to wait fifteen to twenty minutes for your carby goodness. It’s so worth it though. I’d also recommend bringing a friend along — that way, you can try more than one of their four flavors and not feel like a gluttonous monster for doing so.
Recommended activities nearby: Central Park is five minutes away, so maybe go for a walk (or run) to burn off some calories? Haha? The Museum of Natural History also isn’t far, and no one can ever say no to giant rocks and dinosaurs. (Still my favorite museum).
Nearest subway: 72nd Street/Broadway (1/2/3 line)
509 Amsterdam Avenue (Upper West Side)
So, funny story about this place. I was supposed to meet a friend there for brunch, but she couldn’t make it last-minute. Instead of turning around and heading back downtown, I decided to stay and have brunch by myself. Hey, I’m a pretty cool potato, I don’t mind spending time with myself!
After waiting for an hour (as Sunday brunch goes in New York), I was seated by the door and handed their extensive Southern-inspired menu featuring every gravy, cheese and maple syrup-drowned creation known to man. Yes, I ordered both the fried chicken and pancakes and macaroni and cheese. Both. My appetite is infinite (although I did have leftovers for three days). Everyone waiting in line found it slightly appalling and completely hysterical that I was enjoying so much food on my own and completely having a ball with it. (Did I dance while eating my food? You bet your ass!)
Everything was absolutely delicious. Jacob’s Pickles does dinner, too (and it’s a lot less crowded, plus you can make reservations) so if you hate lines, that might be a better option. But if you love comfort food, you gotta check this place out.
Recommended activities nearby: Not far from Central Park, so if it’s a nice day, go for a walk. I’d suggest heading north, since the park is a lot less crowded (and really beautiful) up in the 90’s and 100’s. If you’re looking for some culture, go across the park and veer down south, where you’ll find yourself at the Met.
Nearest subway: 86th Street (1/2 line)
40-09 30th Ave, Astoria (Queens)
On a sunny day in November, my best buddy Kara and I boarded the N train from Union Square and wound our way over to Queens. Our mission? Brunch, baby.
Queens Comfort is one of the strangest yet most wonderful places I’ve ever eaten at. It’s quite unassuming on the outside, but the lines on the weekend tell you something magical awaits inside. For brunch, they have a DJ who works the line of hungry yuppies, handing out free samples of cheesy, bready delights and telling racy Yo Mama jokes to keep everyone occupied. It’s quite the experience.
Once you make it inside, you’ll be greeted by the most random collection of 80’s and 90’s memorabilia you’ve ever seen. There will definitely be loud music and you’ll be squished in next to some equally intrigued strangers. But you’ll enjoy it all, because the food is…WOW. Here, I discovered that Disco Tots — tater tots doused in cheese and gravy — would be my preferred way to contract heart disease. You can’t go wrong with any of their egg dishes. And please make sure you save room for a Rolo blondie sundae for dessert. (I still have to come back here for dinner sometime!) OH, also, CASH ONLY. What is with me and cash-only places?!
Recommended activities nearby: Astoria Park isn’t too far and is nice for walking around when it isn’t winter. The Museum of Moving Image is also nearby, and while I personally haven’t been, I’ve heard it’s a fun place for film-loving folks.
Nearest subway: 30th Avenue (N/W line)
Ice & Vice
221 East Broadway (Two Bridges)
Ice & Vice has some of the most creative ice cream flavors you’ll find in the city. Case in point? The Food Baby, with raspberry coulis, doughnut chunks and sprinkles. You can also get cool ice cream cones (hi, blue corn) or a doughnut on top of your ice cream if you’ve had a particularly gruesome breakup.
I’ve eaten a lot of ice cream in New York (and everywhere), and this is one of my top two favorite places in the city. The texture is smooth and creamy, the flavors are innovative, the taste is far from sickeningly sweet. Plus, the menu is always changing, so you’ll have the opportunity to try something new every time you go there!
Recommended activities nearby: Unfortunately, there isn’t much nearby — this is definitely a place where you’ll go for the food and not the neighborhood. You aren’t too far from the Manhattan Bridge, which has phenomenal views of downtown and the Brooklyn Bridge on a clear day, but it leads you to a kinda boring section of Brooklyn, so it’s a toss-up.
Nearest subway: East Broadway (F line)
484 Broome Street (Soho)
Located in the heart of Soho, this is hands-down the classiest chocolate parlor you will ever go to. It’s always meticulously decorated and the hot chocolate is always knock-your-socks-off.
At Maribelle, they take hot chocolate seriously. You can pick from over a dozen different options, ranging from bitter dark chocolate to sweet white chocolate. Once you’ve made your selection, they’ll bring out your chocolate in the most adorable teacups you’ve ever seen. It’s like drinking liquid chocolate goodness — the wonderful nectar of the cocoa gods.
If you tend to lean more on the sweet side, get your chocolate American-style with milk. If you, like me, are a chocolate pursuit, go for the European-style, which is made with just water. And either way, get it with whipped cream on the side. You won’t be sorry. Get a madeline too if you’re feeling French.
Recommended activities nearby: Even if you don’t like shopping, Soho is fun to walk around just for the architecture and the posh vibe. I’d stay away from Broadway and walk down West Broadway instead, which I find to be cooler and more mellow. You’ll find neat streets to explore regardless of whether you venture east or west, north or south.
Nearest subway: Prince Street (N/R/W line), Canal Street (1 line), or Spring Street (6 line)
Ample Hills Creamery
623 Vanderbilt Avenue (Park Slope)
My other favorite ice cream place in New York. A very different vibe than Ice & Vice: much more neighborhood-y, totally different flavors. Ample Hills uses super high-quality ingredients (organic in a lot of cases) and is big on mix-ins. Cookies, chocolate-covered potato chips, saltine crackers — you name it, they’ve put it in ice cream.
My two favorite flavors are the Nonna D’s Lace Cookie, which is a brown-sugar based ice cream with lace cookies mixed in, and the Salted Crack Caramel, a dark caramel ice cream with chocolate-covered crackers. It never fails to hit the spot. And — bonus — they always have creative flavors being rotating in, including one that was Gilmore Girls-themed.
While it’s a bit of a hike to get out to Park Slope from Manhattan — and Ample Hills has other locations — I really like going to their original location. It’s an adorable place and super family-friendly. Definitely worth a visit.
Recommended activities nearby: There is a fantastic used bookstore across the street on Vanderbilt Avenue that I love popping into. Prospect Park is also right down the road — and it’s totally worth a visit. (I actually like it better than Central Park!) Keep your eyes peeled if you’re walking near the boathouse — there’s a tree by the pond that I love to climb with a great people-watching perch. If you see a dangling pair of Doc Martens, you might’ve found me!
Nearest subway: 7th Avenue (B or Q line)
90 Kent Avenue (Williamsburg)
Ah yes. We all know that I’m a hipster at heart. And where do the hipsters go? Williamsburg, a neighborhood I shamelessly love.
During the summer, Smorgasburg — an outdoor food market — comes to town every Saturday, featuring an insane amount of food vendors. I’ve been twice, and both times, my socks have totally been knocked off. It’s crowded and overwhelming, but the food you’ll eat will blow you away.
My favorite places include Home Frite (READ: PARMESAN FRIES WITH GARLIC AIOLI), Wowfulls (bubble waffles with ice cream) and Baonanas (banana pudding, surprisingly fantastic). You can also get popular items like the Ramen Burger (OVERRATED AF) or the Raindrop Cake (…why would you want to eat water though…). They also have a good selection of ethnic food, ranging from Jamaican to vegan Indian to Korean. You are sure to find something you like.
Definitely bring a bottle of water if it’s a hot day, and WEAR SUNSCREEN! Go with friends, get a bunch of things to share, and enjoy your lunch by the East River with fabulous views of Manhattan.
Recommended activities nearby: I love walking down Bedford Avenue, which is just up the street. There’s some cool street art and great boutiques (my favorite being Bodhi, which has Indian-inspired clothes), many of which aren’t insanely expensive. The Buffalo Exchange on Driggs Avenue is, in my opinion, one of the best thrift stores in the city. There are also some cute coffee shops to relax in, too.
Nearest subway: Bedford Avenue (L line)
11 Abingdon Square (West Village)
Low-quality photo, high-quality food. For some reason, it has always been my dream to have Ethiopian food. I think it was inspired by an episode of Arthur, where Sue Ellen and Muffy go into the city to visit Sue Ellen’s old nanny. Once there, they go to an Ethiopian restaurant, where Muffy is appalled by everyone eating with their hands. Since then, I’ve always been completely fascinated by the cuisine.
Well, my dream came true once I started exploring New York and discovered a bomb Ethiopian place not too far from where I live. It’s dark, cozy and tiny, so definitely make a reservation. The food is so good. Spicy, but beyond flavorful. I recommend getting a platter for two (which is really enough food to feed four), where you get to pick a variety of chicken, meat and vegetarian dishes that they serve on and with injera, a sourdough flat bread made with teff flour. Be prepared for leftovers that will stink up your mini fridge with garlic and spices.
The people there are super nice, too. It’s run by a husband and wife who are both lovely. The service is usually well-paced and they’re happy to give you doggie bags. Oh, and CASH ONLY! Again, what is it with me and cash-only places?
Recommended activities nearby: If you go on a Friday or Saturday night, head over to the Whitney afterwards — it’s open until 10! Otherwise take some time to wander around the West Village. It’s so charming at night with all of the lights twinkling. You can also wind your way south, where you’ll find yourself in Greenwich Village, one of the coolest parts of the city. (Just watch out for guys in Whoopie Cushions!)
Nearest subway: 14th Street (A/C/E line or L line)
Well, that’s it for now! I still need to take pictures of some of my other favorite places (cough, by Chloe and Prince Street Pizza, cough), some I haven’t listed, some I still need to check out in the first place. But don’t worry, you haven’t seen the last of the great foodie potato in New York.
Tags: college, my life, New York City, recommendations, restaurants
November 10, 2016
Last night, in Converse and cat ears, I — an eighteen year-old college student — marched with thousands of others from Union Square to Trump Tower. Dodging raindrops, taxi cabs and confused tourists, we wove our way up Fifth Avenue and Broadway, wildly swinging our signs in the air and chanting our fears, beliefs, hopes. To you, it may appear that I am just another overly-vocal, overly-liberal millennial who’s upset that she didn’t get what she wanted. But to me, it means a whole hell of a lot more than that.
I know my blog is dedicated to food — although I haven’t done a fantastic job keeping up with that lately — but it’s also a place to elaborate, reflect, discuss. I think all three are needed in times like this.
I have always been (and always will be) a self-confessed nerd. Around age 5, I took a profound interest in U.S. history. It all started with a President’s Day party in my kindergarten class. Along with cupcakes and other snacks, one of the moms brought placemats with every United States president listed on the front. For some reason, this completely and utterly fascinated me. Who were these men? What was the world like when they were alive? What did they do to change our country?
I became immediately infatuated. Every time I ate a bowl of Cheerios or a plate of apple slices on that placemat, I meticulously analyzed each president, reading their descriptions over and over again. Soon, I could recite all of their names in order — both forwards and backwards — and whenever we’d go to a party, I’d show off my skill, flabbergasting adults with my knowledge. When I was in first grade, an eight-part documentary called “The Presidents” aired on The History Channel, further feeding the flames of my burning interest in politics. I can’t tell you how many times I watched those episodes on our TiVo. What other six year old hated Andrew Jackson, felt sympathy for Franklin Pierce, grew angry over the policies of Herbert Hoover? (For some reason, I also always skipped over the portion about our then-president, George W. Bush. I was a smart six year-old.) To this day, I still know all of the words to the series’ introduction.
My early years of elementary school were defined by American history. I’d watch Schoolhouse Rock songs on my DVD player during road trips, memorizing songs about women’s suffrage and the Revolutionary War. I read so much about the presidents, soaking in every factoid like a sponge. I even taught a lesson about them to the second grade class next door, the teacher of which got a huge kick out of my premature nerdiness. As I sat in Mrs. Casle’s rocking chair with a picture book about the presidents in hand, my seven year-old feet dangling far from the floor, I felt so alive, so inspired. Even though not one of those twenty other second graders likely gave a shit about a cabbage pelted at William Howard Taft, I knew that what I was learning meant something. Somewhere in that brain of mine, I knew that history was a lot more than learning about dead white guys — I knew that, somehow, it was important to today, too.
Before I understood that being POTUS was an incredibly difficult job, I wanted to be president. (As evidenced by the two “Future President” t-shirts I owned!) My parents raised me to believe I could do anything, regardless of whether I was a girl or boy. Writer, astrophysicist, geneticist, chef — all of which I wanted to be at one point — I could do it in their eyes and our world. It didn’t matter that (then) forty three white guys had been in charge: if I wanted to run in the 2036 election, I could. (For the record, I would be 38: in the 2032 election, I would be 34, therefore too young to be president. 2036 would be the first time I would be eligible. Just saying.)
Even though I was still too young to be interested in the real nitty-gritty of politics, I was excited when Barack Obama won in 2008. I remember sitting on the nasty navy blue carpet of my fifth grade class eating a cream cheese and jelly sandwich, watching the inauguration with my fellow mostly-clueless ten year-olds. A black man was our president, it was a big deal, and my mom was over the moon. That’s the extent to which I knew.
Throughout middle school, I took my interest in government to student council. There, I learned that politics isn’t about how smart, experienced, or well-meaning you are: it’s about who’s the hottest and most popular person running. I can’t tell you how salty I was when the charismatic new kid beat me out for vice president in the seventh grade election. I had been in student government for an entire year! I knew the club advisors, the principal and teachers loved me, I knew the ropes! My stump speech was well-written and a million times better in quality than all of the other bozo seventh graders! How could I lose?! Well, as I learned the hard way, it’s about how likable you are. Fuck likability. I couldn’t put two-and-two together that people wouldn’t like to have a motivated, passionate, intelligent girl in their student council. (As I write this, I’m starting to see an eerie familiarity with the present.)
After three years of hard work in student government with no success in securing a title — and losing the position of treasurer to another boy in the freshman class elections — I decided to take a break from public service and then history itself after a smattering of sub-par teachers. It was only when I took AP Government and Politics my senior year of high school — and witnessed the 2016 election unfold — that my interest was re-ignited.
I am forever indebted to my amazing AP Gov teacher for inspiring me to love politics again. While senior year was not the best time in my life, a continual bright spot for me was having forty five minutes a day to discuss topics and issues that were actually relevant to our country today. I treasured all of that thinking, reading, discussing. I still do. It was amazing to be able to research court cases in women’s health, explore the loopholes and paradoxes of government, write a final paper about food policy in schools. As any young person should have been, I was also deeply invested in the election, which melded perfectly with what I was learning about in class.
I was so pleased that, in Connecticut, you could vote in the primaries so long as you would be eighteen during the general election (I was seventeen at the time). On April 26, I skipped gym (sorry, politics is more important than suffering in a high school field house) and drove back to my old middle school, eagerly casting my ballot for Hillary Clinton, who I had gone to see with my mom a few days prior. Several of my former librarians were there, all of whom cheered me on as I excitedly jabbered about the possibility of having our first female president.
That day, I was so happy, so proud to be an American citizen, a female American citizen. I wish I could say the same about today.
I was so hopeful when I sent out my absentee ballot a few weeks ago. In my first presidential election, I voted for our first female president, I thought. Everything about the situation was so incredible to me. Just a short 100 years ago, I wouldn’t have been able to vote…but this year, I could and did vote for a woman for president. Does it not hit you what an incredible privilege that is?! Women across the world are treated horribly and denied rights, but here in America, we had the opportunity to vote, the potential to put a woman in our most coveted position of power.
On election night, I sat on the bed of one of my roommates wearing one of my Hillary Clinton t-shirts, half doing my homework and half listening to the CNN results pouring in. At first, we were all optimistic. She was going to take the swing states! She was going to win! Donald Trump would be humiliated! This was around eight o’clock. Around ten, the mood began to grow more somber. She was slipping in Florida, slipping in Pennsylvania, not looking good in Wisconsin and Michigan. We bit our nails and waited. Around midnight, I FaceTimed with one of my best friends — who is half Mexican, half Filipino — and the panic started to set in. In the wee hours of the morning, I ate a handful of peanut butter-filled pretzels and knew things were not going as planned. At three in the morning, I hid beneath my covers, half asleep and silently crying as my girl Hill conceited and Donald Trump took his victory.
I woke up yesterday to a damp, dreary New York. I tied my hair up in two little buns — a quiet homage to young Abby sporting pigtails and her “Future President” t-shirt — put on my Birkenstocks, and went to my yoga studio. I have never seen the city so somber, so defeated before. The same people who grinned at my bright yellow “Yaaas, Hillary!” shirt the day before were looking down at the dirty sidewalks, disappointed and distressed. I walked into Laughing Lotus and burst into tears. How could this have happened?! What was our country going to look like now?! Why do good things never come to deserving, worthy women who want them?!
I’m still not thinking clearly, but community has helped tremendously. In my opinion, there is nothing more powerful than the support of your kula, or spiritual family, even in the darkest of times. That, my friends, is why I took to the streets last night: not to make anything happen, necessarily, but to be among people who love and care for each other, who refuse to be silent in the face of the loudest of (racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic, classist, bigoted) opposition.
Look, I am an eternal optimist, and I can honestly say that I am outright afraid of what the future holds. I fear for myself and my friends as women when we have a president who condones and practices sexual assault, a vice president whose main mission is to make sure females have zero control over their bodies and their choices, a new Supreme Court justice who wants to overturn Roe v. Wade. I fear for my loved ones who are members of the LGBTQ+ community, who have worked so long and so hard to secure marriage equality only to have Mike Pence, a tried and true supporter of conversion therapy, in office. I fear for my peers and friends who are racial and ethnic minorities whose livelihood is now even more threatened by discrimination, whose families may be ripped apart by Donald Trump’s new immigration policies. I fear for our planet, for with a president who doesn’t believe in climate change or alternative forms of energy, we will only be further plummeted towards ecological changes we can’t reverse. I fear for everyone, because with a government heavily backed by the gun lobby, absolutely nothing will be done to make sure atrocities like Newtown don’t happen again. And I’m not even touching on how fearful I am of Donald Trump having access to nuclear weapons.
But fear doesn’t mean we move to Canada and hide underground for the next four years. Fear means we take action. The mature person recognizes that the world doesn’t always go in his or her favor, accepts what has happened, and moves forward. While our country may regress to a state I don’t want to think about, we can still progress in our neighborhoods, our families, our hearts. We can exercise our rights to protest and petition and see what we can do about the electoral college, a system meant to prevent inadequate, inexperienced candidates from becoming president. (Just gonna say that, like Al Gore, Hillary Clinton won the popular vote.) Although nothing might happen, we can still try. Americans don’t give up, do we? We can work our butts off to get out to vote in the 2018 midterm elections, campaigning to make Congress blue again and having more women and minorities in office. We can stick together through turmoil and tragedy and say we are strong, we will be strong, we will make America stronger. In the words of Alabama Shakes, you got to hold on. And we can hold on.
Oh, and by the way…America needs to fucking get out and vote. How is it that almost half our nation just glanced at our country’s future and said “Eh, I don’t care?” I mean, if you look at it, Donald Trump won (less than) half the votes of those who voted, and if only half the country voted, only a quarter of people actively said, I want this man in office. That’s an uncomfortable reality for me. Look, democracy is a privilege, and it’s our responsibility to be grateful and exercise it. Your vote does count, and it will count going forward. So if you didn’t vote this time — and even if you did — please try and go out next time. Register to vote right now. It’s really easy and all of the instructions can be found online. Set a date in your calendar for September 2018 to send out a request for an absentee ballot if you need. Find a representative or senator you can get behind. Encourage your friends to join you. No, your single vote may not change the world, but your community and your influence can. Don’t forget that.
This pussy will not let the next four years grab her. Instead, she will grab back by being resilient, being tolerant, being the same loving person she is, was, and always will be. I encourage you, pussycat, to do the same. It is meow or never.
P.S. To those 11,000 of you who wrote in and voted for Harambe, fuck that. Harambe didn’t die for this.
NASTY WOMAN OUT.