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Imagethis post is quite delayed… my bad.

I tend to be pretty good at holidays:  I’m certain to wear stretchy pants and a shirt/dress with an empire waste to allow for bloat.  Independence Day has never been a holiday that I gorged on, until this year, so I was unprepared in wearing stretchy pants!  What a feast was had at Perry Street!  I might not be a Japanese tourist, but that didn’t stop me from photographing our feast!

Unfortunately it was too hot and sweaty to meander by the Hudson for the next hour upon completing our dinner (we tried to dilly-dally at the table, but the manager on duty gave us the stink eye) to wait for the fireworks with our bloated bellies.

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these arent the real 4th of july fireworks, but im going to pretend they were.

 

One thing I do not appreciate, however, is that I can see all of the fireworks reflected on the buildings surrounding my apartment, but when I look out the window, the sky is clear!  Stop messing with me ‘Merica!  Who can I write a letter to about moving the barge down (or up) to the two block gap of the Hudson I can see when I lean out my living room window? The list of letters I will be writing is getting increasingly lengthy (will explain at a later date).

But that’s not here nor there. The problem is that my decision making skills on July 4th were incredibly out of wack.  For those of you who know me well, you know I am the most indecisive person ever. So aside from not wearing stretchy enough pants, I also decided it was an appropriate time to bake cookies. At first I wanted to bake momofuku milk corn cookies, but after spending $20 at 3 grocery stores and still missing one ingredient, I decided to change course and bake brownie cookie sandwiches with salted caramel frosting.

My first mistake was obviously deciding it was okay to turn on my oven when it was already 95F degrees outside.  The second was making cookie sandwiches.  The frosting kept melting, and the cookies kept slip-sliding around! I finally got them to set after resting in the refrigerator overnight, but the second I took them out… sigh…

They were still delicious.

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ImageThere are many things about me that my friends find funny, and I find bewildering.  I never knew there was a game called “Candy Land” (I played “Kosher Land” at home) until I was twelve; I never ate a hamburger until I was 22; I have never seen an episode of the Simpsons; I’m 50% middle eastern but I do not tan, and I hate cilantro; and surprisingly, despite greatly enjoying preparing desserts, I do not actually enjoy eating them.

One thing that isn’t strange is that I absolutely love chocolate. 

When I was a wee little girl, while my sister was still eating desserts of “plain yogurt with raisins” at birthday parties (my mother had her so fooled!), I went to an adult party, and tasted my first piece of chocolate.  It was given to me by my mother’s dear friend, and I laid it on my tongue and savored it.  As the story goes, I walked up to my mother and stuck out my tongue to show her what I had just found.  It was delightful, and my life was forever changed.  Until I was 15 years old and I decided to “quit” chocolate cold turkey a week before Halloween.  I was a much stronger person then.  Now I don’t even have enough self control to not call someone I shouldn’t be calling, or press send on an email I wish I didn’t send.  Sometimes, don’t you wish you could rescind that email before/after it was read?  Like “poof!” it disappeared! How did that happen? … I hope someone reads this blog post and writes that app… because if anything, it would be an iphone app, right?  But I digress, this “non-chocolate” phase lasted until Valentine’s day 2007, when my boyfriend tricked me into eating some after I got into college… that was a good day. 

I made these for family Hannukah party we held on Christmas Day many months ago.  It seemed a bit sacrilegious to be celebrating Hannukah on Christmas, when we should have been celebrating Jewish-Christmas (i.e. Chinese food and a movie).  I went back to the kitchen just to wash my hands, and when I returned, “poof!” they disappeared… if only my emails could do that… Read the rest of this entry »