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On How To Treat Yourself Special, And Why You Should Never Not Be Doing That
My mom finished an email to me this week with “try and do something special for yourself.” She doesn’t know I’m usually doing relatively special things for myself. Getting up fifteen minutes early to solidify a pleasant and calm morning. Dressing myself up pretty to lift my spirits. Eating a container of Greek yogurt with [...]
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You Mean We Can Draw On Our Placemats? Score!
If you had a choice between comfort food brunch and an invigorating yoga class, which one would you choose? Sometimes the latter would make you feel better, but when it’s your soul that begs a talkin’ to, don’t ever turn down a brunch with two fascinating friends. We met at Egg in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, to [...]
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Labor Day Treats
Today Ross and I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge, started at Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory, and amazingly ended up at Blue Marble Ice Cream and died of happiness.
I also made salsa which has gigantic chunks of jalapenos, and brainstormed of amazing mini treats to sell to the general public. Also, the tiniest step closer [...]
Also posted in Experimenting, Sweet Wars Tagged boerum hill, brooklyn, brooklyn bridge, dreamy, frozen yogurt, holidays, ice cream, labor day, love, ross, sorbet Leave a comment
What in the world is a Pluot?
Ross arrived last night with a small bag of a mystery fruit he said at the market was simply entitled “Dinosaur Eggs”. I saw the spots, I understood the reference. However, I’ve seen a pluot, and it all was confirmed when I found the definitive sticker.
Well, what is a pluot? Plum + [...]
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Why French Fries Remind Me Of Decision Making