New York, New York

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In mid-November, my husband and I took a weeklong trip to New York City, and it was fabulous!! We ate at GATO NYC, one of Bobby Flay‘s restaurants. They had a semi-open kitchen and I kept looking for him through the window, but he wasn’t there lol! The food was delicious.

On Bobby Flay’s show, The Flay List, his daughter recommended Black Tap Craft Burgers & Beer, where we met a high school friend of mine for lunch. The Black Tap is mainly a burger joint, but they have these EPIC milkshakes. My husband ordered one — cookies ‘n cream — and the sides of the glass were covered in frosting topped with broken chocolate sandwich cookies. Okay, let’s be real — they were Oreos. The burgers were yummy, too.

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Afterward, the three of us went to the Museum of Modern Art. We apparently broke some rules by accidentally sticking our noses past the line that delineated how close you could approach a painting. We were also warned not to touch anything, which I feel the need to do with art exhibits, sculptures, and the like because I’m a tactile person. I didn’t touch though, lol!

A trip to New York wouldn’t be complete without visiting the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. Our tour guide led us from the ferry to the statue, to the island. We learned a lot of historical facts that we didn’t know, and it was very interesting. There’s a wall-type sculpture in the gardens of Ellis Island that lists the names of some of the immigrants who came to the U.S. through there. I was surprised to see my name, because as far as I know, my parents and I were the first immigrants in our family. Maybe time for a genealogy project?

Finally, we went to the Rink at Rockefeller Center, on which I’ve always wanted to skate — a bucket list item. We had VIP tickets, which meant snacks, free skate rentals (though we have our own), a different entrance from the General Admission folks, and we had an earlier start time for entering the rink. I hesitated about being the first people to go on the ice, but I got over it and we went.

Instead of the grand entrance I’d always dreamed of, gliding gloriously on the ice, I froze. I could barely move; my whole body was tense. And you have to be relaxed in order to skate. I couldn’t lift my legs. I couldn’t bend my knees. It was a nightmare. I was also in disbelief. I’m actually a pretty good skater, when I’m actively playing hockey. I held onto the rail with one hand and my husband with the other. I was determined to skate around the rink once, which I did, though it could barely be called skating. I fell several times. Luckily (?) I’m not afraid to fall on ice. Except for on a sidewalk lol!

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The original Carlo’s Bakery (from Cake Boss) in Hoboken, New Jersey, was something of a consolation the next day. The pumpkin spice cheesecake I ate for my second breakfast took my mind off what happened on the ice. Or what didn’t happen.

Last stop was the football stadium on the Rutgers University campus in New Jersey, where we watched my beloved, Ohio State Buckeyes basically…annihilate the home team. Well, a win is still a win.

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about my New York experience. I can’t wait to go back!


Have you been to New York? Share your experiences in the comments!

Bloggers’ Block

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I have it. It seems to happen every 3 or so months, and there’s nothing I can do but take a break. I’ve tried forcing myself to write in the past, and that just doesn’t work for me. So please be patient with me. I’ll be back by the end of the month. Thanks!

Sombreronis

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My husband and I were in Galena, Illinois about a year ago and walked past a pasta shop. They sold different-colored pasta, pasta in a variety of flavors, and pasta in different shapes. The pasta that caught my eye, because I’d never seen anything like it before, were sombreronis. So named because they’re shaped like Mexican sombreros.

Sombreronis are the color of your typical pasta, that sort of beige (maybe?) color. But they are striped green and red in loose spirals around the hat part.

The type of pasta shapes I have in mind are like wagon wheels. They look like they were cut with a cookie cutter but for pasta. On the other hand, sombreronis are folded and shaped by hand, I’m thinking. The reason the hat part is about 1-1/2″ tall is so the chef can fill it with like ricotta cheese or something.

Very few (a dozen?) come in the package because they are large and filling. You already know that the hat is tall, and the brim is about 2″ in diameter.

I would have posted the recipe, but I don’t think I legally can, since it’s from the Internet.


Do you like pasta?

Heading Home

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I had a wonderful birthday weekend in Madison, Wisconsin. We brought our dog, Rudy, who seemed to enjoy all of the new places to sniff out. We’ve traveled with him before, to our go-to place, Galena, Illinois, where we stay in a rental house. This time was different because we stayed at an actual hotel — dog-friendly, of course. But being in such close proximity to other people had me anxious because Rudy barks a lot. It was kind of stressful. We’re on the road now, and I’m looking forward to being home.

Yoga Class for Stupid Dog Owners

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I am a dog owner (or like I think of it, a dog mom). I pick up after my dog when he poops. It’s understood that I’m going to pick up after my dog. Yes, it’s gross, but only about a tad more gross than scooping a litter box, which I’ve also done.

But that’s not the point; the point is dogs. More specifically, their owners. Certainly not all owners are guilty of not picking up their dog’s poop, but there are so many people who commit this act, that other people have actually made up signs, shaming them. And more power to the signs!

If it can get even one person who didn’t used to, now pick up after their  dog’s poop, hallelujah! The sign worked!

How hard can it be to clean up? It isn’t rocket science, and just leaving it there goes against basic human decency. I honestly can’t understand why people don’t do this.


Do you know anyone who does NOT pick up after their dog? Do you know why they don’t (aside from being lazy)?