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i don't know what day it is.

i am not even sure where i live anymore. (i've been shuttling between my aunt's house in montclair and my apartment in the city).

i didn't mean to step away from here for so long.

but between my mother's visit and preparing to depart nyc in two weeks (and not return until september 18 {euf}), i actually feel my mind slipping through my fingers.

so forgive me. please, forgive me.

right now we're squeezing in a little last mother-daughter time. we're watching the bachelorette (what's with the bad hair extensions?) though my mother is occasionally (often, actually) changing the channel because (in her own words):


it makes her uncomfortable when they toot their own horn so hard.



this is all to say, i have not disappeared. i'll be back. tomorrow, in fact. (i think. i hope).

ruined.

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the harlot house.
that was my first thought when attempting to recall the name of my new apartment building, just after moving in.

my second thought being, that can't be right.

incidentally, i fear this will be the apartment that ruins me for all other apartments. but it has nothing to do with harlots and everything to do with sunlight, space, endless wood floors, french doors, and a view of the hudson for which there are no words.




(now if i could just do something about that darn A train)

through the window.

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tonight i headed to the suburbs.
i stood in the large, well-lit kitchen.
i washed the lettuce. and dried it.
60 minutes on the television.
i chopped the apples, toasted the slivered almonds.
prepared a meal for the people i most love.
and i thought. this will be such a nice life i'll live,
this cooking (well, salad-making) on a sunday night in a home of my own.

but not yet.

a picnic along the tribeca waterfront.

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my gorgeous (and unbelievably talented) friend, erica lives in tribeca with her clark-kent-of-a-husband, chris. (i blogged about their wedding, here).


oh, tribeca! to live in tribeca where the air is fresh and the crowds are sparse! (and the rent is sky-high).


they live there (at a great price, as luck would have it) in a single bedroom (in a hotel). the catch is..
there's no kitchen.


this would deter most.
not erica.
she cooks. without the kitchen.
and when i say cooks, i mean...really cooks.


erica being brilliant (as she is) has created a kitchen-of-sorts in the bathroom and a blog to go along with it.


today we met up in union square which (while i'm not really a fan of because of the huge crowds) has a massive and versatile greenmarket. and from there we headed home and the cooking began.










what i really love about erica's take on food is that she's adventurous about simplicity. and she believes in educating herself about what it is she's eating and why it's good for her.


i'm starting to think there's nothing like a time outdoors, good food, and girl-talk (intelligent girl-talk, at that!).


to see why i gush about this girl check out her very new and very exciting foray into blogdom.