Last night was another one of those nights in NYC, the ones when I wonder, “What exactly am I doing here?”
I was sitting in the rear garden of Chop Shop, an Asian spot in Chelsea, with accomplished figures in the art world: an owner of a gallery in China, an art historian and critic, a Hollywood film producer. Meanwhile, my main artistic accomplishment involves jumping and playing guitar at the same time while 1,500 middle schoolers proclaim their agreement with the will of God. “Yes Lord, Yes Lord, Yes Yes Lord, Amen!” Continue reading
While working at my favorite coffeeshop today, I’m throwing glances over to the counter, to the dome of glass that sheltered what was a half-loaf of chocolate banana bread when I got here. With AM turned to PM, there might be a slice left. It’s hard to tell since the remnant has fallen facedown on the plate without its siblings to lean on, resigned to its fate. I really want to eat it, but I’m resisting because of my dang spare tire. Continue reading
photo: The Cupcake Project
Sometimes you crave chocolate. Sometimes you crave ooey, gooey cheese. Sometimes you suffer a concussion and crave both at the same time. When that happens, head over to The Cupcake Project and make their Chocolate Chip Cookie Grilled Cheese Sandwiches.
I’m trying not to be offended at this abomination. Chocolate chip cookies are this time in history’s manna from Heaven. How do you think God would feel if the Israelites turned up their noses at the impossibly light and sweet manna, telling Him to send it down with a melted slab of Gruyère?
Ice cream is the only thing I’d squish with two chocolate chip cookies. Nutella sounds nice, but it would be too sweet. Peanut butter: Too sticky. Caramel: Tempting, but too gooey. Brownie: You almost had me, but what’s the rush? I’d rather bide my time and enjoy each treat on its own.
No, I’m a simple man with simple tastes. I mustn’t allow my stomach or arteries to experience such a thing. But the longer I stare at that picture…