The schlepping on the plane ride is a pain, but the embarrassment of riches to share is always worth it.
Here's a typical edible souvenir bounty. Along with hard Italian cheeses bought at much lower prices, I bring home lots of sweets. (Not kosher for Passover, mind you. I might have been good about seder preparation and attendance this year, but definitely slacked in other areas.) The mini black and whites go first, and now that H has decided he doesn't like Zabar's rugelach those take a little longer to get through. With backup in the freezer babka lasts a while. You don't realize how heavy Zabar's babkas are until you carry two, three, four at a time. Like bricks, I tell you. Delicious, gooey, sweet bricks. Perhaps my favorite dessert ever. I have to admit, I feel sort of stupid now linking to these products online and complaining about having carried it all, knowing I can order stuff anytime instead of dealing with the bulk myself. Still, it somehow wouldn't be the same.
If only I'd been able to sneak away with a Bouchon Bakery signature dessert, and transported the mini icebox cake from Baked in Red Hook. The layers of butter cream and soft wafers packed such a sweet punch I could only eat about two bites. But I'm obviously not lacking for chocolate-based goodies. At Baked I bought a tin of Jacques Torres hot chocolate; I better make lots of it soon. I forgot to check the fast-approaching "best used by" date, so with this weather I foresee making many cups of cool chocolate milk instead of steaming cocoa.
It's also worth noting that in addition to the QM2's new berth (bow pictured above – it was such a shock to see it and a rare instance of total news oblivion paying off), some very exciting developments are afoot in that area much to the pleasure of our friends who live down there.
More New York food highlights to come. But to bring my musings back to home, here's a short piece from the current Weekly about a local character. The restaurant is never one of our usual dinner destinations (breakfast sometimes). Instead we enjoy the walk down for take-out next door at Victor's Deli, where the folks are always friendly, the wine selection is solid, and the pastrami's not half bad.