My One Exception

Ice cream is my one exception. Even when I'm sticking to my budget - buying only the absolute bare necessities - ice cream sneaks its way in and makes me a little bit happier... and a little bit fatter.
Today I stopped at Van Leewun's Ice Cream Truck (a wonderfully cute little counterpart to their equally cute main store http://www.vanleeuwenicecream.com/) after an interview that I hope went well at one of my favorite stores that starts with an A and ends with a pologie ( and no it's not apologie). I bought earl grey tea flavored ice cream and then walked home from Union Square because, I LIVE IN MANHATTAN AGAIN AND I CAN DO THAT.
This is my apartment:

AND THIS is my KITCHEN:


Needless to say, I'm obsessed with both of them/never leave my apartment/have become a hermit. In actuality though I've been cooking up the wazoo, and between the two film girls living here and the two theater girls living here the constant influx of gay men puts us practically on the same level as Ina Garten ( well maybe not quite, but we're getting there).

This weekend I'm going to a food fair - should be interesting for more reasons than one
(AKA I HAVE A DATE)

Amore

Love is in the air. Or something, but not really. It isn't spring time its fall time, as the constantly shedding trees of Washington Square have made very clear to me. I'm dying to go out there and make a leaf pile but the lawns are currently closed due to seeding. I don't really understand why they've decided to seed the lawns now given that its only a matter of time before the grass quickly recedes back into the ground under the icy grip of impending snow.

Anyways, back to the love, or the lack thereof. How the holidays procure so much joy from us during such an unforgiving season baffles me, I'm beginning to think its a hoax. The temperature doesn't stop me from eating ice cream though. In California, when I was younger, we'd go to a yogurt place called Golden Spoon (http://www.goldenspoon.com), but only when it was forty degrees or below and raining sheets. Why? Why lower our internal temperature as the weather proceeded to do the same? No lines, no wait... same prices...but whatever. Im finding that I've begun to continue that tradition here.

This last week for a class I've been working on a group project. After our first meeting we stopped by sundaes and cones a sweet and delicious and not that expensive treat. After six hours of auditioning and recording it was gelato we indulged in, a little expensive and entirely worth it: Amorino (http://www.amorino.com/en/). Hell, we deserved it. I've been once before and while it was good I wasn't about to spend six bucks on the tablespoon of gelatto I'd originally gotten again any time soon. But as the flavor of the month shot up I found it harder and harder for myself to resist, and I'm actually sticking to my measly budget now! In case your wondering, thats why my posts have dwindled to once a week if I'm lucky. Their flavor of the month is, I'm not going to pretend like I know what the italian name for it is, but it was some sort of mascarpone (a sweet italian cream cheese kind of spread; good for desserts) and fig cocktail of perfection. So good; all of their flavors are.  They've arranged it so that when they style your ice cream into a flower on a cone, every petal can be a different flavor, which sounds great in theory but all the flavors melt together and though they still taste good the impact of each individual ice cream is lost. My suggestion: get one to two flavors max, and definitely get the mascarpone (before its too late!)
p.s. thanks to spencer for being such a fab model

Sundaes and Cones

I dont understand life. I don't, I just don't get it. I just want to eat, that will make me feel better. Unfortunately all we have in our dorm is mayonnaise, mustard, and milk - not that I'm knocking any of those things but I'm kind of in the mood for something a little more substantial: peanut butter. I get my fill on that usually. Sometimes I'll dip fruit in my peanut butter or mix it with nutella like a homemade reese's, but better. Yum.

The sad part is I'm not hungry really, I mean I am but I can get on just fine without eating. It's not like I'm going to die, and if I were I would just eat mayonnaise - its good. 

My roommate, went to L'adurée today. I'm going to link you the website because its the cutest thing I've ever seen ever. http://www.laduree.fr/. click the present, for me, just do it. She bought a box of macaroons for fifteen bucks, because she can do that, because she's rich now. She just got a job tutoring for some loaded kids who live in their own apartment building. their own apartment building. Their dad owns the business underneath which explains why they own the whole building. but still.

I worked all day for the most part, not making nearly as much as my roommate - not that I'm bitter. I bought B grade pizza for lunch. It wreaked of disease, but it was either that or "grade pending" sushi. The choice is obvious. 

I should start getting ready soon but my mind is still on my ice cream, probably because I snagged a few Sundaes and Cones (http://www.sundaescones.com/home.htm) business cards, which are now staring up at me from my desk,  just for the sake of decor on my way out with my cone. Thats a lie, I actually didn't leave the shop - it would have been a crime to do so. Even in the worst most cynically depressed manic suicidal mind states, I can't help but feel that Sundaes and Cones would save my life, like the seal that helped the guy who survived jumping off the golden gate bridge. Sundaes and Cones is my seal. I got pralines and cream today, it was good but I should have gotten cantaloupe. They have that and its an ice cream, not a sorbet. They also have wasabi and corn, and the wasabi is white, which I don't understand. It's kind of an optical illusion actually, because they put the wasabi flavor next to pistachio so you think you're looking at wasabi when really its the white gunk next to it. I'm not fond of their bertie botts flavors but otherwise its the closest thing to perfection I've found in frozen desserts since I've been here, and I'm a block from a gelatto place that turns your ice cream into flowers. They're good too, but it isn't the same. 

I could go for some pasta.