Hellooooooooo! I’m back for a moment because … dun dun dun … I finished my last paper of my grad school career, ahhhhh!!!!

This is an enormous relief, as I have been in grad school for three endless years. Of course, I still have a month left of classes and my school duties do not officially end until my second and final graduation ceremony has taken place on June 3rd, but the constant stress of unfinished assignments hanging over my head has been banished!

So, I now have a moment to recap some food memories from the past few weeks, if anyone still cares! I remember a beautiful sunny morning in early April when my fruit bowl made me smile:



And there was a weekend when Erik and I made a visit to Istanbul Park, a newish Turkish restaurant here in the Slope. He ordered this gorgeous Turkish gnocci which I loved:



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I ordered the Sultan’s Delight with chicken (smoked eggplant puree with Kashar cheese and heavy cream. This is what arrived at my table:



We posed with our food and bottle of Turkish wine.



But wait! Go take another look at my food. Do you see cheese in there? No. Cream? No. Eggplant? No.

They had brought me sauteed chicken instead of the Sultan’s Delight!! I am so glad I alerted our waiter to the mix-up, however, because here’s the beauty that arrived to replace the saute:



Mmmm, that smoked eggplant puree was one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. In fact, I ended up leaving behind most of the chicken and just concentrated on the scrumptious mush.

And the best part is yet to come! In apology for the dinner confusion, the waiter brought us complimentary baklava for dessert:



Mmmm, crispy layers of phyllo with pistachios and honey and walnuts. I almost cried!



The check came in this adorable box:



I was half hoping we would find candies inside, but no go. Just the bill!



In another memorable April weekend moment, I found myself inadvertently cocooned in purple during a homework session:



Purple shirt, purple blueberry crackers with cheese, and purple Bayley assessment!

In other random April Brooklyn news, Erik and I also tried Okeanos, another newish restaurant in the Slope. In all honesty, the food was lackluster, the decor was lackluster, the service was lackluster, but check out this presentation!!!

That’s the summary of my random April tidbits. I should be back shortly with a more in-depth examination of other important food experiences of this past month.

What are you examining lately?

Two weekends ago, we remaining NYU girls in the city finally managed to determine a time, date, and location when we could all meet. Because all of our schedules are crazy and opposite, this type of star alignment only occurs once every six months, at most 😦

We attempted an auto-timer group shot to mark the momentous occasion:



And we’ve found a system that works — wine and cheese at rotating apartments! This time, we met at JQ’s place in the West Village — last time was Di’s apartment on the UES. But what really inspired me to break out the camera was this crazy cocktail that wound up in my hands courtesy of mixologist extraordinaire JQ:



Prosecco with hibiscus flowers!!!! Don’t they look like little origami swans in my drink?

The beautiful and colorful array of healthy snacks that just kept growing and growing with plenty of crudites supplied by JQ, strawberries and baby pickles (that I brought!) …



… Di’s famous ricotta + rosemary + black pepper + honey dip …

… and more!

Once we had stuffed and wined ourselves silly, the night sort of devolved into an impromptu Photobooth extravaganza with the help of my Gorillapod securing the camera to the back of a chair and a self-timer programmed to take 10 shots in a minute and a half.

And then we listened to songs on youtube and danced around like lunatics.









I got back to Brooklyn a little after midnight and bumped into this random boyfriend of mine at the 12th Street Bar & Grill. Erik and Clare had stopped in there for a drink, but something quite noteworthy was underway.



The people at the next table had brought in a pizza, and I’m not exaggerating when I say it looked like the most delicious thing to have ever alighted on earth. They noticed Erik ogling the pie and offered up a slice!!

Brilliant generosity of this caliber just does not happen in Manhattan, let me tell you.

All in all, a satisfactory evening!

Do strangers ever offer you food?

Approximately three weeks ago, Erik and I woke up before the crack of dawn at 3:45 am on a Sunday … on purpose. All according to plan, we left Park Slope at approximately 4:30 am and enjoyed an endless subway ride (with half of New York still drunk from the night before) up to East Harlem, where we met up with dozens of fellow morning-people-for-a-day, eager to begin our trip to Washington, DC to participate in the March for America to promote immigration reform.

Our office had organized the trip for anyone interested in coming along, and I was all for it.

After a few hours of fitful bus-sleeping attempts, we pulled into a rest stop in Maryland for a stretch. Erik ordered a pecan caramel Cinnabon. I drooled.

I may have had a few pecans, but really I stuck to this masterpiece: peanut butter, cinnamon, and banana sandwiched between two slices of Rudy’s.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm …

With daylight well underway, we continued on for the final hourish of our journey.

And then we arrived!

There were tonnnnnnnns of people, and this was just to get on the Metro!

We arrived at the National Mall a few hours before the formal speeches began, so we had time to observe all the action taking place around us.

Erik got caught up in the emotion and the passion of the day:

And then we continued observing:

The speeches started just in time for me to need to escape from the crazy sun in order to avoid heat stroke. In a feat of semi-planned but mostly coincidental luck, we met up with Erik’s mom and stepdad who happened to be in DC that day, visiting from Minnesota:

We set off on a mission with them to check in at the Capitol for progress on the health care reform bill.

We couldn’t get close enough to find out anything (though we all know what happened by now!), so we headed back toward our group in preparation for the march.

And then we marched!

And made Tim Burton faces:

But in all seriousness, it was pretty cool to be involved in this momentous event for immigration reform right alongside the people who need it most!

And as a side note, the houses on the marching street were so pretty. Anyone want to give me one of them?

Hmmm, I just realized there was hardly any food in this post! The Cinnabon must have short-circuited my camera’s photographic capacity 😛

Have you ever been to DC for a march before? The last time I went was for the pro-choice rally with my mom and aunt when I was 5!

Once upon a time (like maybe a month ago?), my friend Becka came for a visit. Becka was my first friend at NYU. We met when I came to New York for freshman orientation, nearly 10 years ago.

We spent many an NYU event getting full together, such as at our senior formal at the Hilton (see below photo, taken moments before we both had to leave the premises and head home due to explosion potential).



Anyway, Becka moved back home to Minnesota after we graduated, and I hardly see her these days as a result! I was crazily excited when she and her boyfriend Aaron were in town last month.

We met at the Patsy’s in the village, an old favorite spot of ours, for a triple date with Erik, Gina, and Chris. I had not been planning to take pictures, but I got so worked up at the sight of these freshly baked rolls with olive oil and parmesan cheese that the camera was in my hands before I knew it:

Mmmmmm, crusty bread with cheesy olive oil … not much beats it!



Becka, Aaron, Chris, and Gina split a pizza and a beautiful platter of penne a la vodka. Action:

Chatting ensued:

I broke the camera out when my pizza arrived, and Becka leapt into photography mode, too:



Erik and I ordered our pizza because we have really big appetites and don’t share food well with others 😛



We ordered our pizza with extra sauce and half sausage. Mmmmmm, look at that meltiness!



We did not face any challenges obliterating the food.



After pizza, our full bellies decided a walk was in order. We somehow ended up at Cafe Dante. Hmmmm, how did that happen?



Erik ordered a hazelnut gelato, and I helped myself 😀



I also tried some of Gina’s hazelnut gelato rum ball …



… and some of someone’s tiramisu …



… and some of Becka’s cheesecake …



… but mostly, I had my own individually French pressed Earl Grey tea:





Yay for visiting long distance friends!

Have you taken any trips down memory lane lately?

I know, I’ve been soooooooooooo absent. And likelihood is high that I will be soooooo absent again very soon, as I am coming into the home stretch with grad school. The end is near in terms of time but very far in terms of work! Invent me another day? Thanks.

Taking a break from the school drama, please inspect this masterpiece!



On the left is a whole coconut, extracted from its shell on the right. I think the coconut gods are smiling on me. This coconut allowed itself to be removed WHOLE, without need for life endangering screwdriver chiseling or anything of the sort.

I followed my usual method of (1) twisting a knife in the eyes and draining the water into a cup (for immediate consumption of course), (2) putting the drained coconut in the oven at 450 for 15 minutes to loosen the flesh from the shell, and (3) tapping around the circumference of the shell with the back of a big knife until it starts to crack. This time, however, the shell cracked in half and fell right off the coconut meat!



I was left with the most beautiful sight ever: this globe of edible miracle food nutrition.



I sliced off the top immediately and devoured it as my reward 😀





Also, I made a cake. But not just any cake!

I’ve been working on cutting my sugar wayyyyyyyy down because it actually seems like it may be linked to my outbreaks of psoriasis, aka itchy skin. When I eat less sugar, I feel less itchy. Obviously, I’ve been eating a ton of sugar in recent months, and I’ve also been a ton of itchy. Maybe the link is all in my head, but cutting back seems to be working. I accept the mental cure 🙂

Anyway, about the cake. I cooked and pureed apple and blended that into the batter for sweetening purposes. The rest of the cake involved things like whole wheat flour, whole kamut flour, ground flax seeds, wheat germ, vanilla, cinnamon, eggs, baking powder, and who knows what else. I generally find that batter turns into a decent baked good as long as it contains flour of some sort, eggs, and baking powder. Quantities don’t seem to matter (though I’m sure many will argue with that statement).

I made a delicious frosting by blending avocado, fresh squeezed orange juice, and banana. And I sprinkled gluten-free sprinkles (yay for free samples) over the top!

It was delicious! Even Erik (boyfriend/roommate #1) and Clare (roommate #2) agreed.

So, there you have it: cake and coconuts, two of life’s greatest pleasures. I’ve got a few more posts in the hopper, so we’ll see how many decades it takes me to pull them together. In the meantime, AHHHHH HOMEWORK!!!

What do you think of cake and coconuts? And what do you think of homework?