Remember how I’d mentioned that I went to New Zealand again in April? It’s currently the same season here as it was when I was there! Does that make it sound like I actually planned to write about it now?
While the first trip a few years ago was solo, this time around I went mostly to visit my friends Julie and Andrew who are back in San Antonio now. Andrew took a sabbatical last year and they decided to spend it based in Auckland since he is from there.
I took a lot of photos of the things I ate (surprise), so here are some highlights. (The rest are uploaded here.)
First meal in NZ was appropriately my second breakfast. (The first was on the plane.) Continue reading
One of the best things about spending a month in upstate New York comes in the form of a simple ice cream shop. In this case, that shop is called Holy Cow Ice Cream and it’s located at the end of a strip center in Red Hook, about 100 miles north of New York City.
The inside of the shop is very basic with a few freezer cases, a menu, and various ice cream machines, but no seating; that’s outside in the form of picnic tables. Offerings include hard ice cream, soft-serve, flavor burst (soft-serve with the gel flavor edges..), Razzles (think McFlurry or Blizzard), egg creams, floats, malts, milkshakes, and probably other things I’m forgetting.
Where in the world have I been?!
Aside from a bit of an absence from the blog (oops), I’ve been in upstate New York this month doing this again:
If you followed my adventures last summer, you may remember that I drove all the way from Texas like a nutter, but that I also spent some time working in Ohio afterward. This year it’s just New York, so I flew…and took two trains, a cab, and then got a ride to this place. Remote gig is remote!
Without the luxury of being able to overpack my trunk, I’m even more limited than last year in the unequipped dorm kitchen, but my little french press totally made its way up here. Bless that wonderful caffeinator. As you can imagine, I’m cooking super basic things that would bore you to tears and I definitely haven’t been baking. (Ironically, I made Butterbeer here a year ago which is now the most popular post by far, traffic-wise…)
Whew! 4,000+ miles later, my ever-trusty Corolla and I are back from my seven week work trip to New York and Ohio. Yes, I decided to drive and think it was totally worth it in the end. The more you know: Red Hook, NY seems MUCH further away than Cleveland, OH. My bum can vouch for this 100%.
So what was I doing this trip besides not blogging very much (sorry…)?
The weekend before last I headed down to the city from upstate NY to visit some grad school friends that I hadn’t seen in a few years, which was so great! On Friday night after eating at a Greek place, we baked a batch of red velvet cupcakes and a loaf, then ate most of it while drinking wine and watching youtube videos. Honey badger don’t care!
We went into Manhattan the next day where we walked around 5th Avenue (I finally went into the crazy Apple store), then meandered through Central Park. At this point, I thought I’d try to look up the whereabouts of the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck via twitter, but it turned out that they had gone to Maine for a friend’s wedding. Sad panda.
But then a lightbulb flashed, and I said I wanted to look for macarons! Luckily I found out at that point that my friend Amanda was obsessed with them and had even had some at the famed Ladurée in Paris. Jealous!
It turned out that we actually weren’t too far from a macaron-devoted bakery: Macaron Café! Once there, we were greeted with the biggest selection of macarons I have seen yet. This was actually only the second time I had really tried them at a bakery though, and there were only about five flavors the first time. The shop was very small and cute with a little seating area in the back. The menu also listed breakfast, salads, sandwiches, daily specials, and beverages, but we just bought macarons and left. Continue reading
Up until a couple weekends ago, I hadn’t ever even seen pre-picked blueberries. However, it just so happens that my temporary summer location is 3.5 miles away from a pick-your-own farm, and the blueberries are currently in season! So yes, I took a billion pictures to document the occasion.
When you arrive, there’s a little hut at which you pick up a plastic bucket for filling to your heart’s desire.
Alright so blueberry bushes? They’re way bigger than I thought they would be and there were so many of them! The berries themselves were also the biggest I’d seen, which had pretty much only been the kind in pints at grocery stores. (I haven’t seen them at farmers markets in Texas before maybe because it’s too hot?) Continue reading