Most people set their New Year’s resolutions/goals just before the New Year begins or on New Year’s Day. I am not “most people”. I had other posts I needed to write first and I’m all about chronological order.
As you know, NYC Restaurant Week is my favorite time of the year (see here and here for proof). nycgo.com has the list of participating restaurants on their site with menus for those that have published them.
As always, if you plan on paying with AmEx, make sure you register your card for a $5 statement credit for any meal at any participating restaurant where you’re paying at least $25, up to 4 times.
Leave a comment with where you plan on eating. I’d love to know.
I went to Israel with my father for a week just before Thanksgiving to see my brother before his IDF draft date. When I got back, I checked my days in my company’s payroll system and saw I used 18 days this year and had 17 left to use. 17 days???? There weren’t even 17 workdays left in the year!!! What was I going to do? 5 days roll over, which leaves me with 12. My company doesn’t pay you for days you don’t use. I decided to use 1 and lose the remaining 11. Even though I don’t celebrate Christmas, I was fortunate to be able to take the day of Christmas Eve off and have a 4-day weekend. Finn and I headed to my family’s beach house.
It has been waaaaaay too long since I last posted here. If you stopped by at some point in the past few months, I greatly appreciate it. If this is your first time here, then welcome. I hope you enjoy your stay. Thank you, Fitters, for allowing me to come back with open arms.
I figured I’d start with where I’ve been since it hasn’t been here, hanging out with all of you. Even though the week is Sunday to Saturday, to me the week begins on Monday. Monday is the start of the workweek after all. So, Mondays. And Tuesdays. And Wednesdays. And Thursdays. And Fridays. I sit here for five straight days from roughly 9 in the morning until 5:30-6 in the evening, sometimes later; in other words, I spend more time here than I do in my bed:
I hate cheating. I hate taking a cheat meal. But I had to. An opportunity to meet Kenji Lopez Alt and Chef Harold Dieterle presented itself and I couldn’t say no. The event was part of Kenji’s book tour for The Food Lab and it was at Chef Dieterle’s restaurant Perilla in NYC. There was a 4-course dinner (snacks, first course, second course, dessert). There were cookbooks for sale. There were complimentary gifts for buying both books. There were the personal autographs and the meet and greet. I couldn’t say no. There was a cocktail (not okay) – the Perilla 75. The snacks consisted of 4 items like 4 amuse bouche or 4 petit fours. The first was a chicken liver mousse (okay) on cornbread muffin (not okay). The second was baba ganoush (okay) on a cracker of sorts (not okay). The third was ham wrapped fig topped with blue cheese and balsamic (I didn’t eat this. I don’t eat ham.). The last was a shot of curry cauliflower soup with yellow raisins and pine nuts or pumpkin seeds (okay). I used bread to get every last drop of soup out of the cup (not okay) then my finger to reach what the bread couldn’t (okay). The first course was a salad with bibb lettuce, heirloom apples, shaved fennel, blue cheese, spiced walnuts, and a spiced walnut vinaigrette (okay except for the cheese). The second course was served family style: chicken broken into 6 parts and fried twice southern style (not okay), braised green beans (not okay), buttermilk biscuits with honey butter for dunking (not okay), and mashed potatoes with gravy (not okay). Dessert was a banana & milk chocolate financier with concord grape compote and peanut butter ice cream (not okay). I met Kenji and Chef Dieterle. I had both cookbooks personally autographed. I was invited into the kitchen and took a a picture with both gentlemen. I had a terrible stomachache the whole car ride home. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. Meeting Chef Dieterle was a dream come true. I gave myself 2 cheats, one for dinner and one for evening. This is my first cheat in the 3 years I’ve been participating in the Lurong Challenge. I can’t beat myself up but I can go back to eating strict paleo. I can take Chef Dieterle’s recipes from his cookbook and make them paleo friendly. I can remember and revel in the memories of a wonderful night and move on.
My house is a mess. The kitchen has mail, coupons, dog things, and printed recipes thrown everywhere. My home office is worse with statements, bills, and magazines in leaning stacks. (Don’t worry…the bills are all paid.) The currently unused room, which will be turned into a formal dining room, has become a “storage room” with Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s bags, containers of books and odds and ends, lamps that belong in my bedroom, a bicycle with flat tires, and Costco packs of paper towels, toilet paper, and boxes of tissues lying around haphazardly. Moving upstairs we first enter the bathroom, where bottles and samples of unused products fill the shelves and drawers along with more old magazines. My bedroom has boxes from J. Crew, Ann Taylor, Sephora, and Bath & Body Works strewn about, waiting to be opened, tried on (in the case of clothes), and put away. Finally, we come to the dressing room, aka the bedroom I turned into a closet because I didn’t (don’t) need 3 bedrooms but I needed a closet. For a change, there are no clothes on the floor and none on the drying rack. The problem lies on the shelves where clothes are not folded when they are thrown back.
Which brings us to this post:
Did you read the title or did you sing it? I heard the song in my head as I typed it. We’re entering a heat wave here in New York that marks 150 days until Christmas and 131 days until the first night of Chanukah. So why is this such a great time of the year? It’s NYC Summer Restaurant Week! I’m getting the strangest feeling of déjà vu as I put this post together and realized I used the exact same wording for NYC Winter Restaurant Week.
- The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho – book club pick for July – Once I started reading the book, I couldn’t put it down. However, if I stopped for any reason (i.e. the train pulling into Penn Station), I had a hard time picking it up again. Very quick read. Thought-provoking. It reminded me of The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield.