My third day in New York City dawned with sunshine in the sky and in my heart, for I knew in mere hours I’d be meeting my eponymous twin at the New Amsterdam Market. Many of you already know her as Hannah Kaminsky, the incredible vegan blogger, photographer, and three-times-cookbook-author behind Bittersweet Vegan, but to me she is first and foremost my inspiring, courageous, and gorgeous sisterfriend.
When I woke, I knew not that my path to Hannah would be littered with foot-obstacles of the my-new-shoes-hurt-how-about-I-buy-some-cheap-flip-flops-en-route-then-look-down-one-block-later-oops-so-much-blood-mad-dash-for-a-pharmacy-plaster-feet-in-bandaids-running-late-there-she-is-made-it! variety, but even if I had, it wouldn’t have slowed me down for a second.
Luckily, Hannah forgave my delay and led me, with a sparkling smile, straight to the New Amsterdam Market, where the first stop of our day was Pushcart Coffee for glorious iced coffee. Nothing like Starbucks’ dessert creations, these iced coffees were simply wonderfully strong yet smooth coffee, iced, and perfect to counter the humid heat of New York’s summer.
Conveniently located at the next stall was Taza Chocolate, where I indulged in both chocolate and a rapid-fire conversation with the chocolate men, ranging in topic from my hummingbird earrings to Semitic swinology to playing piano in Israel.
Elsewhere in the market, Hannah and I discussed whether I could get away with eating an entire jar of kimchi and/or sauerkraut in one night (consensus: no, for the sake of my heart), swooned over delicious fried tempeh, and tried zingy intense ketchup that I almost bought in order to eat with a spoon.
Of course, Hannah and I discussed a great many other things, but they remain our secret.
Look! Bubbles on the street!
After becoming mind-boggled at Bodies: The Exhibition and filling in every available second with Hannah-squared words, we got back on the subway and found ourselves saying good-bye.
No, not good-bye. À bientôt.
Thank you, Hannah, for a most gorgeous Sunday. I dedicate these plump-shining raspberries and this effervescent kombucha to you.
My fourth day was also my last in New York (for the time being, at least), and I spent it quietly, contently. If “quietly, contently” means “with a good deal of limping”, that is.
Just an enormous inflated rat with pustules on the back of a car. Nothing to see here. Carry on.
Wow, I’m really not sure how to segue away from pustules. More kombucha, anyone?
Yes, that’s better. Dear me, I do love kombucha, even though every single bottle I’ve bought in America has exploded on me upon opening.
Having grown up in a tomato-allergic household, the Union Square Greenmarket’s array of heirloom tomatoes took my breath away. I didn’t know tomatoes could look like this.
Now I know that not only can tomatoes look stunningly gorgeous, they can also make a tasty and hefty afternoon snack at three-quarters of a pound in weight.
However, as enjoyable as the tomato was, there remains a small part of me saddened that I didn’t buy these raw Oreos before my flight to Chicago the next day.
Ah well. Next time.