Food

So I bought a couple of new pans at the dollar store. WOW. It makes such a difference! I had been using one cheap saute pan I bought over 2 years ago. Not having a microwave, I used this one pan several times a day.

The coating stuff was all messed up, the bottom of it was no longer that silver color, but kinda black, and it had pieces of plastic bag fused to the bottom in two places (two different bags attached themselves decoupage-style to the bottom of the pan when I was trying to throw food out into the shopping bag "trash can" I have attached to my door knob.

Anyway, this pan no longer cooked food very well, and I was starting to doubt my abilities to function as a human. I mean, I could not make a pancake. I could make a black disc of goo. I couldn't boil soup. I could boil part of soup -- it only boiled in certain parts of the pan, and left others lukewarm.

Yeah. Scary.

So finally, I bought these shiny new metal things. I successfully made two normal looking pancakes very easily. They didn't stick at all. Everything else worked easily too. I made some mashed potatoes (couldn't do that before as my saute pan was very shallow), and some deviled eggs -- I could boil eggs in the saute pan but it was tricky.

Another benefit is that I used to have to transfer food from the one pan to plates and dishes, and then cook other parts of a meal. So, pasta w/ meat sauce, which requires at least two or three pans (sauce, pasta, meat), was ridiculously tough. This time, having more than one pan makes this so much easier.

Which makes me wonder WHY THE HECK DIDN'T I JUST BUY ANOTHER PAN SOONER? Um, I have no idea.

Oh and I also forgot how much I love artichokes, so I made a couple in the bigger pan. It was so easy, and since the pan has a lid, it almost steamed them. Tasty.

Growling monster, etc.

So when it gets windy, it not only hits against my windows, but it makes this weird howling wind sound in the stairwell -- I seriously don't understand that one. How could a wind sound come from a stairwell? Makes no sense right?

I mean, the stairwell sound is slightly different sounding than the window sound. The window area wind sound sounds like, well, wind.

The stairwell sounds more like, well, a combination of a motor running, a tornado, a vacuum, and a growling monster. Come to think of it, perhaps, it actually is a growling monster. Who is hungry. Because it sounds much more like that, than wind.

Normally I'd throw out that theory, but this is NYC and anything is possible -- if a growling monster can pay rent here (in the stairwell), he can pay rent anywhere. Yup, all kinds of good and bad things impossible in the rest of the world, are possible here. Or it could be a strange growling tenant with a voice that really projects. Hard to tell. But I'm going with the monster theory.

I think I have too much time on my hands.

Anyway, I'm eating honey. This always reminds me of Winnie The Pooh. Which is really such a bizarre name. What is a Pooh? I mean, we all know it's a bear. But why? Pooh Bear. It make even less sense than the stairwell monster.

Anyway, I remember asking my dad for honey straight out of the container when I was a kid, because that's the way Pooh ate it. He refused. I insisted and he said "You are not a bear" very seriously. I remember thinking that was true, and a good reason, but it was still unfortunate.

Lettuce.

Part 1. Lettuce.

So I guess there's always something good in something bad.

For instance, a couple days ago, I got a cheeseburger from a place in the LES. It had this big piece of lettuce on it. Half-way through, something about the lettuce didn't seem right, and I pulled it off.

Then I got ridiculously sick the next day. I thought I had a hangover at first (which was definitely possible with it having been Cinco de Mayo the night before -- we went to some snazzy hotel party where my friend saw Katy Perry walking in right before I got there, but then ended up at other places in the EV), but it didn't go away and only got worse.

Then I see on the news that Romaine lettuce has been recalled. Only the type that goes to delis and restaurants was recalled, not the grocery store kind -- which of course was what I'd had. I googled it and yup, looked like the leaf on the burger.

The good part? Because I couldn't eat a thing the entire day -- not even plain tea or yogurt -- I must have lost at least a pound. Add that to my couple weeks of the "break-up diet," and I think I can actually see my abs! Plus the throwing up really worked out my abs. I'm pretty excited about that. And just in time for summer, lol.

And looks like I may have 2 new clients! yay :)

Part. 2. Deep thoughts w/ Jack Handy. And shoes.

Maybe its' that the weather is so ridiculously gorgeous, or that I'm having this delicious latte. And maybe it's the caffeine, or my day-after-not-eating haze, but I think everything's gonna be ok :)

It's easy to forget that when I moved here, I didn't know anyone. I didn't have an apartment and was living with strangers in hostels for weeks, and taking chances on sketchy craigslist places. I had one small carry one suitcase, and one pair of shoes. I didn't even know any of the streets, or how to use the subway, or what a bodega was. Revolving doors were a mystery and I had zero friends, no boyfriend, and had yet to get a client in the city -- no one, and I mean absolutely no one even knew I existed -- and I was fully aware it was just my feet hitting the sidewalk, and if I was murdered and thrown into a ditch, no one in the entire city would even know, much less care. If I locked myself out, I'd have to sleep in a park, because I didn't have a single friend, and the super of illegal sublets definitely didn't know who I was. And if I didn't get any clients, it was back to AZ I'd go, which as we can all see now, it an "interesting" place that I hoped to never return to.

I remember longingly looking at groups of friends with cute shoes and wondering how the heck they met each other, when everyone here can be so unfriendly. And enviously looking at girls with guys holding umbrellas over them. And I guess, if I could get through that, this is cake. I mean, at least I have friends now, an apmt. I really like, clients and more coming on, and a heck of a lot of shoes. And the rest, I guess will happen in good time, as it's suppose to.

The thing about life is, you can't rush the things that are coming to you. It's a combination of trust and patience, and I guess I completely forgot that. I'm so grateful for finally remembering it. Here's to easy things happening exactly when they're suppose to...