“It’s five o’ clock somewhere.”
A phrase you’ve often heard to describe consumption of alcohol at an hour that might otherwise be considered uncouth, no? Well. Let me tell you, friends, there is something weirdly freeing about uttering those words at the blissful hour of 10 a.m.
I’ve been livin’ life on the road the past couple of weeks for sure. Last weekend I had a wine and chocolate getaway in upstate New York–more about that is coming soon, but I want the post to do it justice! And this weekend, my family and I are taking our annual ski weekend in Vermont. I guess if the winter won’t come to me, I’ll go to winter? So not my usual MO.
True confession: I think the idea of serving your loved one breakfast in bed is adorable.
Now, if your Valentine happens to define “breakfast” quite literally as “the first meal of the day”…and if said Valentine likes to sleep until noon, while you’re bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 8:30…that whole “breakfast” thing might pose a bit of a problem. Not that I know what that’s like, or anything.
Nope.
Today my every-so-often NYC Eats review series is taking a field trip! We’re goin’ on the road to New Haven, CT, where Charlie is a grad student. We’ve both been wanting to try out this intimate but inviting Cuban eatery, Soul de Cuba, since he started school in September of 2010, but we just got around to visiting when I was there this past weekend.
Did you know that Sunday is World Nutella Day?!
One of my favorite things about this whole foodie community is finding out the random national food holidays that occur pretty much every day. There’s even a whole month for oatmeal, my new breakfast love! So when it just so happened that I tried a recipe with Nutella during the week where World Nutella Day fell…well, sounds like fate to me!
How do you like your balls?
Chances are, if you tried to order “naked balls” in any other dining establishment, the management would swiftly and (maybe) politely ask you to vacate the premises. Don’t even try your luck with “the family jewels.”
But at The Meatball Shop, a self-professed “fuss free kinda joint” with locations in Brooklyn and Manhattan, cheeky orders like this are only the beginning of the fun.
Okay, so first off: Christmas was only like three weeks ago?! What the what? Does anybody else feel like it’s been forever already?
Secondly. Let’s talk cards. The Hallmark kind–the ones you get for any occasion from anniversaries to Secretaries’ Day. I’m usually very good with cards. I put thought into the selection, write a heartfelt message, maybe even have a holiday-appropriate sticker on hand to seal the envelope.
But this Christmas…yeah, I didn’t get Charlie a card. Christmas cards are totally optional, I told myself. It’s not like birthdays or even something like a graduation where the card is a vehicle for the message. Besides, boys don’t care about cards!
Oops.
