Non-Foodie Thoughts on the F train.
There are things I can’t comprehend. Why my cell dials “New York Dermatology” nonstop. Why some people read 2 books at once. Why Shear Genius exists but Six Feet Under is over. Why vampires matter. Not to mention - chopped liver, stinky cheese, chocolate sorbet, Anita Lo and lunch trucks are all lost on me.
But I do understand some. The truth behind Brad and Jen. That more exercise/less calories is the only way to lose weight. The goodness of Michelle Obama’s herb garden. The thrill of stealing gum. The TKTS line. Above everything- I get men. So does Gael Greene.
I’m obsessed with her book Insatiable and encourage everyone to read it. If nothing else, she documents her love affairs with Clint Eastwood and Elvis. (A bit more mind-blowing than my midnight snacks with Spike.)
Since we’re naming names (speaking of “to do!”) - Metromix linked to me! So did Bundle! Bundle seems cool and nerdy-chic, so if you’re smarter than me or a fifth grader, you should surf it.
I’m back in DC tomorrow where I’ll blog daily and rock the apron again. It’s hard to cook in Dumbo, where I’m spoiled by restaurants and seders and stuff. Plus, Spike’s not around moaning for home-made meals, my chocolate chip cookies or a lifetime supply of Capri Sun (you read that right).
I miss him, but all men are handfuls. Part of getting them is getting away from them!
