Posts tagged inwood
I turned in a piece for workshop today and I’m spending tonight cleaning and plowing through lots of neglected tasks, so I am treating myself to a take-out dinner. But I don’t know what to get. And I just ate some potato chips. So I’m reading tumblr rather than cleaning or figuring out dinner. But I have the whole night ahead of me.
What should I have for dinner?
I got the last piece of Spanish omelette at the coffee place this morning - the last bite was full of artichoke heart - and Tanner had a galette with apples and cherries inside. The coffee shop was full of babies and kids and there was a little apricot poodle chillin outside. Tanner was facing the window and kept seeing people run into people they knew, walking in opposite directions and stopping to chat for a second on the sidewalk. We ate surrounded by our bags from the greenmarket - eggs, broccoli, grade B maple syrup, beer. I got bacon and kombucha from the grocery store. I never expected Northern Manhattan to turn into quite the hipster paradise, but you will hear no complaints from me, other than on the fact of tomorrow’s Hudson kayaking being cancelled. (Last weekend I kayaked next to a family of geese, four adults and five goslings. We made it almost all the way to the Bronx.)
Pork loin roast is too lean for the slowcooker. Not sure how that’s possible, since you can slow-cook fucking chicken breasts, but oh well. Trust the internet.
I mean, it’s fine. But they were right.
I burned my arm on the inside of the 500 degree oven. We have burn cream in the house because once, on a night much like tonight, I did something similar and Tanner ran out to get me burn cream. So there’s that nice thing about needing to put burn cream on half my arm.
Also it sounds like there is a parade going down Broadway right now. 8:07 Sunday night. Drums, horns, car horns. Inwood, you are so fucked up.
When I walked out the door it felt warm and like spring, just like everyone on the internet had been saying it did all day. But by the time I got a block away, I was just noticing the coldness of the breeze on my neck.
But still.
My iphone camera does a poor job of capturing it, but you can see the entirety of The Cloisters through the park’s trees. Some trick of the late day’s sun’s horizontal backlighting or something. It’s a pretty ugly intersection otherwise, though. The river’s just a couple of blocks to the west here. And here I sigh for seriously missing kayaking. (Free, every Sunday!) Hurry up, summer. I miss that dirty water.
