Day 117 – The great bagel quest

So, if Stevie and I were going to sit down and make a list of the things we miss the most about New York, we’d start with our friends and family and then quickly descend into a loooooooong list of food–NY-style pizza, zuppa de pesce (specifically from Mamma Lombardi’s on Long Island), steaming plates of hot wings from the Candlelight Inn on Central Park Avenue in Scarsdale, Italian Ice (the real stuff from The Ice House in West Sayville, not that overly-sugary fake bullshit they sell at chain stores like Rita’s), giant deli sandwiches, fresh egg bagels.

It’s the reason why any trip we plan to New York always starts with several lengthy and detailed discussions about where we’re going to eat and when, so we can be sure to hit all of our favorite haunts and get our fill of our favorite foods before leave.

And even though we’re still months away from our trip out East, you know we’re already plotting. And the other night I went down a rabbit hole when I started finding NY bakeries and delis that ship products overnight and guarantee a little “taste of New York” right in your own home.

Yeah, you know we had to try it.

So we ordered a dozen egg bagels from New Yorker Bagels, a shop promising fresh, hand-rolled authentic egg bagels delivered to our doorstep. Stevie was just a little excited when the FedEx guy dropped the box at our door.

The New Yorker bagels were pretty good, but they still can’t beat the fresh egg bagels from B&B Bagels in Bohemia that Richie used to go and pick up for us every morning when we would visit. I mean, we’re not complaining, but we’re still shopping around and doing some taste testing.

And at least we know we can count on Stevie’s sister Michele to send us a care package of fresh egg bagels every Christmas. If we could just find a way to make them last more than 3 days. 🙂

Suggestions welcome.

Day 105 – New York on the brain

Keep writing. Keep writing. Keep writing.

And this is where the words get stuck. It’s getting late, the kids are barely in bed, my eyes are heavy, and I just can’t get my brain to cooperate and put these swirling thoughts in any sort of sensible order.

If you want to know the truth of it, I’ve got New York on the brain. We booked tickets for a trip this summer. It will be our first trip out East since Richie & Diane’s house was sold, since we wrapped up the details of the estate and said our goodbyes. I think we’ve sort of been avoiding a trip because we both know it’s going to be hard–going for a visit and not having the old house to go back to. And honestly it’s been easier than it should have been to avoid the trip. We’ve just been so busy. Isn’t that always a great excuse?

But now we’re going. It’s going to be fun, because we’re heading back to Concordia for a Band Bash reunion. Stevie’s getting some of the old bandmates back together, and we’re excited to see everyone and be back on campus for awhile and to get a chance to tap back into the place we love so much and miss every day.

Every damn day.

But it’s always bittersweet to go back too. I mean, we’re not surprised. We’ve been 12 years gone. But somehow everything has changed and nothing has changed. We just left yesterday, but we’ve been gone a lifetime.

And even if it’s a little painful, it’s always good to go back. It’s a homecoming. I crane my neck to catch that first glimpse of New York City in the tiny airplane window, and my heart keeps a beat every time.

And walking around campus–that place where I celebrated the best days and survived the worst days and learned more about myself than any other place before or since–I always get this feeling that I am exactly where I am supposed to be, surrounded by the people who love me and supported me and taught me how to be my very best self.

Let the countdown begin.

Hello San Diego

With everything going on in our lives lately, and all the issues H-Man has had sleeping lately, I’ve really been torn about this trip.

On the one hand, I love my job, and I get a bit of a rush out of seeing all of our hard work pay off at one of our events. Plus, I get to visit some really cool places, and I work with some seriously cool people, so even these work events and all the craziness and stress leading up to them ends up being totally worth it.

On the other hand, life has been sort of ridiculous lately, and between all the stress and our hectic schedules coupled with the fact that H-Man has been sleeping HORRIBLY the past few weeks, well, I’ve been feeling lately like I’m just about the end of my proverbial rope.

I was running around like a little bit of a lunatic lately, trying to get everything done, trying to remember to pack everything, checking and rechecking my bags, trying to figure out how to make everything fit and still be able to haul my 6-month-old through the airport. And then this morning I accidentally turned off my alarm instead of hitting snooze, so I woke up in a bit of a panic, scrambling to get showered and changed and throw the last minute items into my suitcase before grabbing H-Man out of his crib and hustling out the door to catch my plane.

Luckily, my co-workers are pretty amazing, and between the three of us we managed to arrive here in San Diego in one piece and still relatively sane. (My boss even changed Henry’s dirty diaper in record time before our connecting flight left Phoenix. How’s that for teamwork?)

So now, here we are. And it’s time to get a little sleep because tomorrow the fun begins.

Come on, Henry. Let’s make Momma proud and do that thing where you sleep through the night. (Please please please please please).




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