As you may have noticed, I’m blogging a little less frequently at the moment. Life is busy and wonderful and challenging and new and far too full of sunshine and glorious raspberries to spend more time than necessary on the computer. I’m posting more up-to-date snapshots on Instagram, though, if you’d like to follow me there!
It’s never easy to leave New York. However, there are ways to make the departure less painful, and one of the best involves ensuring that the next stop on the itinerary is equally close to the heart.
Nine months after I last (and first, I guess, but Amber and I have been soulsisters for longer than we’ve known each other) arrived in Kansas City to spend time with Amber and Matt, I found myself once more ensconced at their dining table, talking, laughing, eating spaghetti, and feeling strongly that I was, in some way, home.
My visit was shorter this year (and sans wedding), but time has no meaning when it comes to my friendship with Amber. This year, we also focused less on “needing” to document our days online, which let us focus more exhilaratingly on the joy of being together.
That said, I definitely took enough photos of delightful eats to eke out a couple of posts for you. (If this were a text, I’d insert a winking-face emoticon right here. But it’s not, so I shan’t. The end.)
On my first day back with Amber, we returned to FÜD, a high-raw vegan café I enjoyed last time I visited. Amber had the magnificent nachos stacked high with chips, cashew nacho cheddar, cashew lemon cream, salsa, and guacamole, and a sweet pecan milkshake that was so sweet it made my eyes twitch.
I took a gamble on something I’ve never had the likes of before and wouldn’t have wanted to order a year ago (#operation #retryallthethings), the Tune-Rahh: “chunk light jack fruit swimming in ocean wakame, parsley, purple onion, celery, lettuce, dillanaise & sweet pickle thrillanaise on rye”.
The flavour was great, as I love all things pickle-y (and I don’t just mean the individual pickle slices; there was all manner of tang in the “tuna” mix too), and rye bread is becoming a big winner in my books. Sadly, though, this was overall too gloopy for me. It was Gloop City. A gloopapalooza. The moist tune-rahh would have been fine on its own, as I did like the taste, but with the dillanaise and “thrillanaise” to boot I suddenly felt like I was drinking a sandwich. Plus, if Roald Dahl has taught us anything, it’s that gloop leads to extraction pipe.
Oh hey, guess what? I was wearing the exact same top on my last visit to FÜD in 2012.
So if any of you have been wondering how I’ve managed to travel for a year since leaving my job in Australia… there’s your answer. Everything I own is old.
(Aah! I just realised I’m wearing that top right now, too. Also, the running shorts I’m wearing were purchased at UVA in 2007. Case closed.)
[Edit: DEAR HOLY BUCKET IT'S THE SAME TOP AGAIN. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.]
Oh, and for as much as I like FÜD? It cannot compare, it will not compare, it shall never compare to the wonderment that is Amber baking a traditional pecan pie back at home… and the extra double wonderment that is swiping forkfuls of said perfect pie, straight from the pan, whenever you pass through the kitchen.
Photo courtesy of Amber
Miss you, Amber.