For as long as we’ve known each other (which is perhaps three years but feels like our entire lives), Heidi and I have been promising and planning to dance around New York together one day. While, as I’m sure many of you would know from experience, such pledges with friends are often made with the underlying knowledge that it’s unlikely to ever actually happen, with Heidi it’s always been different.
I think I always knew our promise would come true. Not just because I love this jazzy inspiring supportive gorgeous positive hilarious warm-hearted Apples Under My Bed starlet with so much of my heart and soul, but also because we’re travel kindred spirits and, well, it was simply bound to happen eventually.
And happen eventually to bound it did (wait, that’s not quite right…).
After biscuits and pie and pancakes at Clinton St Baking Co, pickles at Smorgasburg, and frozen yoghurt at 16 Handles, I woke up one blazing hot Brooklyn morning with the giddy knowledge that I’d be seeing my Heidi that day.
We may have only met in person once before, eighteen months ago in Melbourne (side note: I still wish I’d bought the dress in that post), but I count Heidi as one of my dearest friends. She inspires me every day, both in who she is herself and through the belief she has in me. She’s simply the best (Tina Turner, anyone?).
Heidi opted for the Pure Energy with wheatgrass, carrot, spinach, beet, celery, and cucumber, and I ordered my ol’ favourite, Hail to Kale with kale, apple, watermelon, and lemon. On a hot and humid New York day, these juices were stunning.
We talked, we walked, we explored, we laughed, we secret-told, we secret-planned, and at one point I dragged Heidi into The Meadow, an artisanal salt and gourmet chocolate shop that Kate had told me about over vegan s’mores in Portland.
And then, again, we talked, we walked, we explored, we laughed, we secret-told, we secret-planned, and at one point we ended up bunny-hopping from seat to seat in Union Square, chasing the shade and flinching away from dive-bombing birds.
It was at this point that I pulled out the treat I’d bought back at Juice Generation. While ordering my kale juice, I’d been unable to resist the bright green siren call of its matching muffin, the Kale and Spirulina Muffin.
Vibrantly, vivaciously, vividly green, this gluten-free muffin tasted not even the slightest bit grassy or, well, green. It had a gorgeously fluffy and moist crumb, and a sweet vanilla flavour that spoke nothing of the (let’s be honest) slightly funky taste of spirulina. In a nutshell: this didn’t taste “healthy” at all, but instead like a perfect treat. It was delicious.
It was beyond wonderful to gallivant around New York City with Heidi. But you know what? Our next day together was even better. Oh, life!