Personal Yummy #42
I’m in the kitchen, picking up a New York strip with a side of mashed potatoes, and there’s Mary Ellen and Tommy, chomping on chicken wings taken from the large bowl sitting beside my steak.
“Hey, kiddo,” Mary Ellen says. “When you’re finished dropping that off, come back here and try these. They’re something new we’re testing—garlic-parmesan-flavored.” Continue reading “The Race”
Personal Yummy #41
Toward the end of a long walk on a gorgeous spring day, I decide to stop at the grocery store to pick up some chips and guacamole and a piece of salmon to make for dinner. So I head east on 89th Street, on my way to the C-Town supermarket on First Avenue, where I regularly shop. Continue reading “Eavesdropping on 89th Street”
Personal Yummy #39
The entrance in the back of The Grill sees a lot of action. It is through this gateway that the men of Sysco deliver all of the restaurant’s essentials. Continue reading “The Forsaken”
Personal Yummy #38
On my short walk home after work—especially if he hasn’t been in for a Heineken—I almost always stop to see him. Sometimes I’ll pick up a package of gummy worms or sour fish, but that’s always secondary. Continue reading “The Grill on Murray Avenue: Ken”
Personal Yummy #37
Following my two o’clock ballroom dance lesson with my pro partner at Stepping Out Studios on 26th Street, I walk up Broadway to Herald Square and then get on the Q train at 34th Street. I am in one of the older, more roomy subway cars instead of the newer ones that usually run on this line. I’m not sure what the reason is, but, lately, more and more of these older cars have been appearing. Continue reading “Subway Stories: The Young Choreographer”
Personal Yummy #36
My friend and I leave the ballroom dance social together and head toward the subway.
We stop at the corner of 26th and Broadway, and as he hugs and kisses me goodbye, he tells me how depressing most of these social dances are getting, but that, overall, he had a good time tonight. Continue reading “New York City Dance Chronicles: After the Dancing”
Personal Yummy #35
My father is the consummate collector. In fact, he has a wealth of knowledge about old books, beer steins, medicine bottles, postcards, carnival glass, tableware, and much, much more. Continue reading “Gifts from My Father: Stamps Galore”
Personal Yummy #34
It’s a warm evening in late September, around six p.m., and I pass by The Carlyle on my way home. Continue reading “Madison Avenue Walks: All Dressed Up”
Personal Yummy #33
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