After having a really bad breakfast yesterday, I’m seriously considering becoming vegan.
Now, as with most things, I’m full of personal doubt regarding commitment to such an adjustment. But at this point, if all that’s holding me back is just a small amount of cheese and random egg encounters, could it really be THAT much of an adjustment?
Yes, I’ll have to ask more questions when browsing through a menu, but that’s only a small percentage of the time. It would encourage more eating at home, that’s certain. And let’s face it, those who do follow this blog proactively (not that there is anybody doing so… sigh…) I’m sure have noticed the lack of cooking experiences/tutorials/photos being posted.
If I choose to follow through, what do I do with my collection of egg cups?
Will it really be alright to give up soft-boiled eggs and toast soldiers?
The other night marked the reunion of Lizzi and me. In typical fashion, I was running late as a result of investing myself far too much into trivial errands before it was time to depart to the Upper East Side. She was aware, to some extent she wasn’t heartbroken or surprised. Either way, I had all intent of coming and I did.
It’s always intriguing to find out how much, in fact, you have in common with your friends even after so much time and so many shifts in our individual stories.
There was a brief period of time in which Lizzi and I had lived together. Technically, she wasn’t a resident of apartment 12-2, but she was there for the long haul. It was in those late night booze runs and conversations that I really saw the person that was in front of me. At the time Lizzi was dating my roommate and introduced me to the first gaggle of gays that I would eventually become close with. I was beginning the climb up the mountain of self-discovery, departing from the base camp and making my way up.
Here we are almost 4 years after those nights: making dinner for two and plating for one.
Scrambled eggs with melted cheese, seasoned couscous, and a sauteed medley of vegetables (onions, mushrooms and green beans to be exact).
After dinner, as we came to acknowledge the content of these bowls as, we ordered vodka for delivery so that we could begin reliving our moments as lushes. The man on the other end of the line couldn’t have been ruder, which resulted in a lackluster tip left for the gentleman who had brought our purchase to Lizzi’s door. (Rude does equal rude).
After a couple of shots and a tragic attempt at a cocktail (could a mix of low-calorie cranberry juice and vodka be called a cocktail?), the two of us wandered over to “Trinity Pub” in hopes of getting to spend time with her Irish pub keep only to find there to be nowhere to sit. West we ventured, heading to her spot on the westside. We were sipping on vodka in the back of the cab while en route to the bar.
Soldier McGee’s. It had been a while since she’s been accompanied to this bar, or seen Ron, the Australian bartender. Unlike the last time that the two of us had come to this bar, we stuck to the well drinks and beers on draft (months ago, we showed up with cans of Welsh’s grape soda and mixing it with straight up bourbon to replicate this concoction that I had recently discovered: Kentucky Cough Syrup. Yes, it tasted just like Robitussin).
Reminiscent of nights in 12-2 as well as what was documented occurring in Paris during the 1920’s, we were making exquisite corpses using words and questions rather than portions of images.
After many rounds (and rounds of drinks too), we hailed a cab to head back across the park to pick up pizza and other munchies. With all this food available, a bounty of alcohol
and a little bit of weed, there was plenty of diversions from DVRed episodes of Jeopardy. So after realizing what a success responding to the questions (while surly), we switched over to Frozen Planet as narrated by Alec Baldwin.
Something I didn’t really know about Lizzi until I slept over last night: she too, brings with her a handful of clementines and a bottle of water to bed.
That’s maybe the most fascinating thing to discover about your familiar: how many times over your paths are intertwined and more importantly, directed by the same compass.
Breakfast today was inspired by the significant Greek population of Astoria: a Greek-styled omelette using feta cheese and spinach.