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wpid-1127150939-1.jpgIt’s the day after Thanksgiving, the turkey has been devoured, and everyone is wandering around my aunt and uncle’s house (well, everyone who’s up so far) in a post-turkey coma, tottering towards the coffee and slowly organizing their things.

I love Thanksgiving leftovers. Mushing a giant bowl of turkey, stuffing and potato together and then drowning it all in thick, delicious gravy. Nom. Followed up in a few hours with some apple pie and maybe some whipped cream and maybe even some cake?

Of course, the other thing one has to do on Thanksgiving morning is look ahead to the next few weeks of Utter Holiday Insanity. There are gifts to be bought and mailed, cards to write, parties to go to and people to catch up with. Technically, getting through New Years Eve marks the finish line…but then (at least where I am) we’ll be deep into the snowy season.

Last year, overwhelmed with all the things one needs to take care of when one has just moved, I neglected to hire a snow plow and just watched the snow pile up day after day. This year – two days ago, in fact – I called a plow company for an estimate.

Last year around this time, I started working on a sitcom pilot. I’m now steeling myself for rewriting both the pilot and the second episodes, thanks to some great feedback and some new ideas.

Last year, I was excited about moving to a little town in the country and taking on new challenges at work. This year, the challenges promise to continue being…challenging…but I’ve come to the knowledge that despite trying, I was not built for the country lifestyle. Something on that front may need to change in the coming months. We’ll see how it goes.

That’s pretty much how I feel about everything at the moment. I’ll see how it goes. What do you want out of life? I’ll see how it goes. Where do you want to move to? I’ll see how it goes. What do you want for dinner? I’ll see how it goes.

Actually, the answer to that last question is probably “leftovers.” At least for a few more days.

Weekend of Epic, Part 1: Bagels, Lox, Braised Short Ribs, Gelato, Italian Ice & More

So. This time last week, I was sleeping. Why was I sleeping? Because I’d been up till 9:30am getting ready for the reading I was hosting at the Cornelia Street Cafe, for my book, Hot Mess. You can read all about that experience here, if you missed it last Friday morning. Suffice to say, fun was had, it was a late night, and everything was awesome. Sare had to leave early on Friday morning, so unfortunately wasn’t able to take part in the rest of the weekend’s festivities – but it was still great to have had her for as long as we did!

Shortly after writing that post, my parents,  who were still in town, took me and Miranda to an absolutely gorgeous breakfast at Barney Greengrass, which is one of the few places where even I will devour a bagel with cream cheese and lox. It was incredible. Don’t believe me? See for yourself.

From there, we got a lift back down to Midtown, where we met up with Eric and Erin at the Disney store. I haven’t been in a Disney store in q-u-i-t-e a while, and I have to say, it freaked me out a little bit. Brought back all sorts of memories of the time my parents took us to Disney World when I was in first grade.

We didn’t stay there long, as Eric and Erin were done shopping and we wanted to show Miranda the famous Naked Cowboy of Times Square. That accomplished, the four of us tromped over to Bryant Park and sat and chatted and generally had a relaxing hour or so just hanging out in the park.

Eric and Erin headed off pretty soon then, and me and Miranda wandered over to the big library on Fifth and 40th/42nd. As it happened, they were having an exhibit on Percy Shelley. It said free. We went in. As we walked into the huge old building, admiring the architecture, we saw a sign: free professional calligraphic inscription with the purchase of any of the journals on sale in the gift shop.

So much for free. Part of the conversation in Bryant Park was about art supplies, journals and pens (this is what writers get excited about, you know?), so we made a beeline, picked out journals, and got inscriptions.

Then we headed downtown, where we were going to meet with my parents for dinner at Lotus of Siam…sadly, Lotus looked to be under construction.

Market Table was not under construction. We went to Market Table instead. Totally different kind of cuisine, but, as always – completely delish. I had some kind of braised short rib thing with horseradish crust (not spicy at all); my dad had lamb, mom had salmon and Miranda got garlic soup. I’ve only been to Market Table twice, now, but absolutely everything there is consistently amazing. As is the service. Highly recommended.

After Market Table we went on a mini ice-cream tour. It involved goat’s milk ice cream with goat’s milk caramel, for the lactose-intolerant among us, as well as Gelato, and then an Italian ice. Then me and Miranda took my parents back to their parking garage. And then we went and got cupcakes.

The leather skirt diet was clearly over.

Coming next week:
Weekend of Epic, Part 2(A): Babeland, Fast Cars, Fast Tattoos & Not-So-Fast Burgers

Small Portions, Big Results?

I love food. I love making food, smelling food, eating food…as I wrote in a job application letter two years ago, “I like food so much I’ve been forced to start exercising.” (And for the record, I got offered the job, though I turned it down in favor of my current position.) When I was a kid, my mom would get frustrated because I’d keep asking her what was for, not the next meal, but a meal three or four meals ahead of the meal we’d just eaten. For me, this has meant that the biggest problem I had to address was portion control.

Like many people, I don’t pay much attention to what the label says is a “serving size.” To me, a serving size is the amount of food I’m going to eat. In the case of Boursin (180mg sodium per serving), that means calculating the content of the entire cheese round, because you know, if I’m being honest, the thing isn’t going to last the day. There’s no point lying to myself about what I’m eating.

So portion control has been the biggest question mark in my daily #lowsodium plan. One place where portion control can either be made or broken is when eating out at restaurants. (One day, I’ll do a post about just what a pain in the ass a low sodium diet is when considered at the same time as a social life.) Today, I had an unexpected dinner with a friend of mine, which happened after an unexpected cupcake with a friend of mine. Which happened after a completely expected Boursin splurge. So delicious and so worth it, and so putting me over my 1500mg for the day. (However, I’d like to point out that due to all the other healthy choices I make in a day, my full intake is probably still below 2500mg, which is FAR below the daily average I was probably taking in before I started aiming to eat a low-to-no sodium diet all the time.

The nice thing was, I was able to try plenty of different tastes without over-indulging, because first my friends and I split two cupcakes between three of us, and then my friend and I split two simple plates at a tapas place. While each individual item would likely have put me well over the daily recommended intake of sodium for someone without high blood pressure (2400mg/day), splitting the items and not worrying too much about being hungry afterwards meant that I could enjoy small bits of food.

The thing I keep reminding myself is that at the end of the day, I want to know what lots of things taste like, and that’s part of why I like food so much. But once I’ve tasted something, it’s enough – I can relax and not worry too much about finishing all of it that’s left on the plate. This makes for a more social and relaxed mealtime, healthier snacking after I get home (if I’m hungry, which at the moment, I’m not) and overall far less food being taken in.

Oh – and of course I’m also following up by drinking plenty of water, as (for me) that seems to help keep my system flushed out.