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ICE CREAM LADY DATES

Posted on: Friday






Once a week or so, Biet and I have been making it a point to go out on a lady date together, just us two.  Some days we hold hands and walk through the park, pointing out the pigeons, trees, benches, and people.  Some days we stroll the farmer's market, learning as we walk about the different fruits and vegetables and foliage that are in season.  Always, we end with ice cream.

Before she entered this first phase of childhood, when Biet was fresh off the boat into toddlerdom, just beginning to walk, and eat, and speak, she began her obsession with chocolate ice cream.  I remember the day she first tasted it, how her eyes lit up in a crazy kind of way, how she loved it, and how she never looked back.  I remember because I'm pretty sure that's exactly how I must have reacted the first time I tasted chocolate ice cream too.  Time has shown that, like me, she's kind of fanatical about her ice cream.  It actually kind of runs in our family..

No matter the season, or time of day, or current state of groceries in our home, my Dad always, and I mean always, had a gallon of ice cream in the freezer when I was growing up. Chocolate chip ice cream, to be exact.  We would end almost every day with a bowl of it, and sometimes whip up a shake midday too.  My sisters and I never even dreamed of buying another flavor at the store.  Chocolate chip was Dad's favorite, and our freezer would look positively naked without it, and so, it became a permanent part of our family's identity.

My grandfather ended every day with a bowl of chocolate ice cream.  That was just his thing, I've been told.  He was a loving, stalwart, disciplined man.  He had fathered five children. He had served many years in the military.   And after dinner each night, as the house calmed down and the end of the evening neared, he would sit down in his big chair with a giant bowl of ice cream, not to be touched by the kids, and not to be questioned by anyone.

By chance, my very first job was in a tiny artisan ice cream parlor, the first of its kind in the town.  At fifteen years old, I learned to make gelato and ice cream from scratch, to run a small shop, and to taste a scope of Italian flavors which opened my eyes to the world, and the art, of true ice cream.  I spent my afternoons skating out to cars in rollerskates carrying trays not of chocolate chip and vanilla, but Stracciatella, Pistachio, Fleur de Sel-Caramel, and Lavender gelato.  Over the couple of years I worked there, what I had known my whole life was reinforced: that I'm really an ice cream kind of gal (and I mean an ice cream for breakfast, lunch, and dinner kind of gal- it's kind of ridiculous)   Ask anyone.

And now the next generation carries on the unintentional ice cream tradition.  For my Biet, its dark chocolate ice cream, or no ice cream at all!  We have our favorite places to grab a cup (never a cone- neither for her nor I), and she knows the drill: order, pay with the money, grab a napkin, find a table, and take off her shirt.  Shirtless ice cream dates are the only way to go, I tell you (ahem, for her, not me).  I figure, there are only a few good years of your life when its perfectly acceptable to eat shirtless in public, so why not take full advantage while you can, and avoid a few chocolate stains while you're at it?

We'll sit for our date and talk about our day and our hopes and dreams for the future.  My dreams usually involve living in a spacious loft with a gaggle of children and multiple creative ventures.  Her dreams usually revolve around parks, baby brothers, and ballet.  Sometimes she'll lift the spoon to my face and offer "one bite for Biet, one bite for Mama!".  It's so relaxing and rewarding to be able to give her, for a few hours, one hundred percent of my attention.  I truly cherish these dates with my little girl, these few hours each week when the whole world is just she and I, wandering the city together.

And the ice cream is a nice perk too :)


FUN BUT TOTALLY UNRELATED:
Although we don't use a their strollers, my friends over at Bugaboo shared this pretty video with me this week for their new #DiscoverTheBuffalo release, starring some pretty great bloggers.  Check it out! It makes me so excited to finally see the upcoming short film we shot with Jenner Brown of Lumineax Films, which is coming out next month!


A DONUT DATE

Posted on: Thursday










We took a trip up to Greenpoint the other day to meet up with River & Latonya at the infamous & classic Peter Pan Donut & Pastry Shop (great name, right?!).  Peter Pan is an old-school diner-esque establishment in a Polish neighborhood and has been selling hand-cut donuts for over 60 years.  The place is a bit of a legend, and now I know why.  While I can take or leave cupcakes (tried to jump on that bandwagon but honestly, cupcakes just aren't my thing), I can eat donuts any day, especially a box of them from this old-timey establishment.  While we waited in line, a little old woman walked by and, without saying anything, stopped and firmly patted Lucien's head for a few seconds (which would creep me out in almost any other setting, but here it was endearing).  Then not a minute later, a terribly fashionable little old man walked right up, pinched his cheek, and said "Hello there Sonny! What a handsome little fella!" and then walked away smiling, donut in hand.  Sometimes I think about Biet's future in New York City, with so many high-end specialty shops and restaurants displacing classic Mom and Pop diners and bakeries, and I wonder if these kind of places will still be around when she's grown.  I certainly hope so, because its hard to get more "New York" than donuts for under a dollar, old Polish couples sipping coffee at a wrap around counter with twirly bar stools, and a cranky waitress giving you the stink eye because you can't decide if you want the honey-dipped or the chocolate cake.

Peter Pan Donut & Pastry Shop, I think I love you.

Afterwards we found a nice spot in McCarren Park and lounged awhile.  Biet and River stood guard at the fence, which was just their height, and scared off passing onlookers with their tough Brooklyn attitudes.  Baby Lou tried out River's stroller, and I watched helplessly as a feisty squirrel walked right up and stole my donut right in front of me! Seriously, NYC squirrels are the scariest. I have some stories...

Until next time, Peter Pan! (and you can bet there will be plenty of next times! I'm itching to try the donut ice cream sandwich. Yes, that' a real thing.)  :)



BURGERS IN PARK SLOPE

Just a few shots of our afternoon in Park Slope...








After our second (and last) prenatal appointment at the hospital the other day, it was just about nap time for Biet, and just about lunch time for us.  So we strolled through the gorgeous brownstones until she fell fast asleep, and then Gaby and I had a little lunch date at a cute organic burger joint on 7th avenue.  Walk-the-baby-to-sleep-on-the-way-to-the-restaurant has kind of become our our go-to strategy for fitting "dates" into our lives lately.  If you've never tried it, I highly recommend it: no babysitter needed! Of course it helps that our baby can sleep peacefully in a noisy restaurant, and walking by garbage trucks, and in screeching subway cars... that's a city kid for you.

Over lunch we excitedly pored over the printout from the ultrasound. We had just witnessed our new little one twist and stretch and thumb-suck on the screen at the hospital, and now we couldn't stop looking at the pictures of those tiny hands, tiny limbs, and beautiful profile. We talked about the future. We talked about the great changes heading our way.  We celebrated the baby in my belly, whose gender had just been revealed to us.

Gaby and I have decided to keep the gender to ourselves for just a few days. It is the last bit of this pregnancy can be just ours for a little while, so we are telling only a select few, and happily letting ourselves be giddy and excited about our secret while it is still ours.

In a few days we will reveal everything. The most important thing, of course, is that the baby is perfect and healthy with the absolute lowest risks of all of the scary stuff.  I have had a deep feeling since the beginning that this baby is strong, and it seems to be turning out that way. 

*GRATITUDE*

(Since we will be having a second home birth, all of our prenatal appointments- of which there are many- are with our midwife, in our home. We've only had to venture into the medical world of the hospital twice: once for a triple screen test and early scan, and once for the twenty week anatomy scan. Since all of the tests came back great, we are through with the hospital! Hooray!)


AN ECLAIR FOR MY BONBON

Posted on: Monday






We picked up some pastries in the West Village the other day to bring home for treat, only to realize on our way back that 95 degree weather and french chocolate cream may not get along too well with one another.  So instead of arriving home with a pretty white box tied up with red string & full of melty french pastry goo, we decided to spoil our dinner and eat them right then and there, on a stoop on Grove street.  Since Gaby and I couldn't possibly devour all the sweets alone, Biet chipped in.   She met her very first eclair at first with a bit of trepidation, but one bite in and she was an eager pastry enthusiast.  Afterwards she washed it down with a generous helping of her very favorite beverage (especially on hot summer days), breast milk.  And then we were on our way.  And although it ruined our appetites and gave Biet a sugar high like a firecracker, I'm so happy that we indulged in our little sidewalk sugar picnic.  Because these little moments, they're what life's all about.. right?






MOMOFUKU MILK BAR BROOKLYN

Posted on: Thursday
























While walking around Williamsburg the other day, we came across the oh so famous & trendy, dessert-place-of-the-moment Momofuku Milk Bar.  I had read about their one-of-a-kind sweets for months and months (maybe even years), and was so extremely excited to have come across their Brooklyn branch by accident.  I saw it from across the street and literally grabbed Gaby's arm and squealed like a child.  The crazy thing is that we had lived just a few blocks from their Manhattan flagship since it's opening, yet had never managed to walk over from our East Village apartment.  Since then, every time I opened a magazine or paper in Brooklyn to see yet another article on Momofuku's amazing cereal milk ice-cream,  I would kick myself for not taking advantage of our close proximity while we had had it.  But now I had stumbled on their Brooklyn outpost, and I was sure it was going to be the highlight of my week.  Curiously, it was not.

We ordered all of their classics: cereal milk ice-cream, a compost cookie, and a pack of b'day cake truffles.  I took a bunch of pictures and chatted with the counter boy.  He assured me that my choices were top notch; the best offerings in the house.  I think he may have exagerrated.  Because the ice-cream was a little chemically-tasting and a lot boring. Hmmm, not my style, I thought.  That's ok.  (I'm just not into my ice-cream tasting exactly like a day-old bowl of fruity pebble milk. I hadn't realized that the name was so literal).  On to the compost cookie, and... I couldn't even finish it (which never happens with anything of the sweet variety), so that was a major disappointment.  It was a bit too dry and crazy for the likes of me.

The cake truffles, on the other hand, were pretty amazing. Super dense and chewy intense little balls of rainbow cakes.  I could go for those again (and again and again), but I'm not sure if I'll be trekking out to their shop just for cake.

So all in all, while not such a culinary revelation, our outing was a fun way to spend a gorgeous afternoon.  I'll take a long walk and a new dessert experience any day.  Biet slept through the whole thing (that warm sun and cushy stroller- who can blame her?), so I saved her a bite of cake truffle.  She loved it.













LISA'S LAST DAY

Posted on: Sunday






































One by one our visitors, my family, our family, left to go back home to the West coast.  They packed up their things, hugged and kissed us, hopped in livery cabs, and drove to the airport to board their planes and fly away.  When Emmy left with the boys in the wee hours of the darkened early morning, I sleepily crawled out of bed to say my goodbyes.  Just as they were walking down the wooden staircase to the car waiting out front, Beckett turned to Gaby and asked, "Next time, can you come to my house? And can you bring my friend?" Gaby repeated "bring your friend?" and Beckett replied "Yes, I want you to bring my friend over to my house please." And then Gaby understood.  Beckett wanted his cousin Biet to come play. And Gaby said yes (of course). And that moment right then meant everything.

Now they know each other, a one-year-old and her three-year-old cousin.  And though they may be miles apart, they now have each other. And growing up in a family where my siblings meant just about everything in the whole world to me, this warmed my heart.  Her time with Beckett (and Dashiell too- although she really connected with Beckett) was Biet's most important first birthday gift.

The morning after they left, I got to spend the entire afternoon with Lisa!  No husband. No babies.  Just me and my little sister in the big city.  And even with the pesky skies deciding to be stormy, we had such a fun time.  I miss running around with Lisa taking photos.  She is and will always be my favorite model. We spent the day on the streets and in the shops of the Lower East Side and East Village, stopping in at a few old favorites and ending with a major pastry purchase from Black Hound Bakery.

Then we went home and consumed boxes and boxes of pastries before she too left for the airport.  It was kind of ridiculous.  But so, so good.




LIKE HER MAMA, SHE LOVES FRENCH TOAST

Posted on: Wednesday

Lisa (better known by all the little munchkins of the family as Auntie Lala) whipped up a huge late breakfast for everyone the other day that was deeeeelish!  She sautéed fresh challah, which Gaby had picked up at the bakery that morning when he took Nico out for her morning walk, into one of my all time favorites- french toast. Biet tasted the breakfast staple (or, in my book, anytime food) and was most definitely a fan (I can't believe that she's managed to make it to twelve months old without trying it!  Shame on me!)  And while she preferred her's plain, I'm hoping that one day she'll warm up to her Mama's crazy french toast style {I like it all melty topped with peanut butter of the freshly ground variety & real maple syrup.  Mmmmm- don't knock it til you've tried it!}. Thanks for a splendid family brunch Auntie Lala!










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Jane's Carousel


We took Biet to Jane's Carousel the other day for the first time, and she slept through the whole trip.  I am slowly getting used to this "never 100% able to plan anything" lifestyle with baby.  It's only taken 9 {almost 10!} months for me to realize that babies will make their own schedules- ALL OF THE TIME.  And they should.  If her little body needs to sleep, then by all means, sleep away!  She slumbered to the old-timey carousel music while Mama and Papa had all of the fun.

We sat on the deserted waterfront and watched the carousel turn, with its pristine riderless horses and eerily slow songs.  The restored carousel, which lives inside of a massive modern glass box just steps from the East River, twirled against the Manhattan skyline on the gray winter day.  The only others visitors were a couple of other Mothers who sat and chatted while their little ones, not even two years old, toddled away, occasionally falling to the ground as they reached towards the bright turning lights.  The Mothers would scoop them up and set them on their way again.  It occurred to me that, off-season, the glass carousel room makes an awesome (and free) place for a playdate.  We will have to come back with Biet's friends soon.

The old carved horses juxtaposed against the simple, clean, brand new glass box reminded me of all that I love about New York City.  Here we are, raising this brand new life, in this ridiculously modern digital world, in this ancient city.  The constant merging of the old and the new, the seasoned and the young, the vintage and the modern, creates the constant buzz of New York City.  Generations upon generations have made this town what it is today, with each person leaving their mark somewhere in the city.  There is a deep appreciation for history here, and I love that.  At the same time, it is the birthplace of so many new ideas & movements & artwork. There is always something new and exciting happening. I think this duality is so very healthy.  So balanced.  So perfect to raise my daughter in.

As we left the carousel behind in the gray cloudy day and headed back under the shadows of the bridge, I realized that although I could pretend that we had come here for Biet, we had really come here for me. Gaby knows how I adore finding the quiet, the odd, the hidden, the off-season, the secret spots all around the city.  Jane's Carousel is definitely no secret, but it feels hidden and quite special in the deserted dead of winter when there is no one else around.  He had jumped at my suggestion to go because he knew that I would love it.  And he was right.

As we walked back towards the train, we (randomly, I swear!) found ourselves in front of the famed Jacques Torres Chocolate Factory, and simply could not continue on without stopping in for hot cocoa.  They make an unbelievable spicy hot cocoa there that makes you wish it were winter all year long.  I saw Gaby eyeing the warm chocolate chip cookies and decided to go all out. {Our sweet tooth's have been out of control this season!}  We sat down in the chocolate shop, sleeping baby at our side, and tried to enjoy our melty cookie and hot cocoa without getting chocolate all over everything.  We were unsuccessful.  We laughed and laughed.  And just like that, our little trip to the carousel became a date.

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