why yes, I’d love another bacon swizzler
Another of my resolutions (or intentions, as my friend Amanda, who you will meet below, frames them) is to spend more time with my friends in New York, and to let them school me in food here.
My friend Dean describes himself as a lover of tacos,
and his Bushwick neighborhood is full of options–I tried chorizo and lengua tacos last night (Dean lapped me with a carne one too, I think) at a place near his apartment. These tacos made the cut with Dean’s criteria of two corn tortillas on each; I’m looking forward to upcoming taco expeditions when the necessary longer walks are warmer.
Over beers we talked cultural divides and weather patterns, I was schooled in the differences between Bushwick and Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and you’ll see Dean’s apartment with its expansive kitchen the week after next here on kthread.
This summer, I was delighted to find out that my friends Amanda and Jordan were moving to New York, and they found a lovely apartment in the Village where they now freelance and rock out with their dog, Cosmo.
When the (truly, they are improv artists) dynamic duo lived in D.C., Amanda posted a series of “colossal” bagel sandwiches with a complicated Bloody Mary in the background—Jordan’s weekend tradition. Today at brunch I learned exactly how serious Jordan is about both:
That’s a bacon swizzler in this rich concoction. Many New Yorkers seek it, but I think I’ve found the best Bloody in Manhattan.
And I likely disappointed Jordan by not making it through this towering bagel sandwich of deliciousness, but I did so enjoy the lox from Russ & Daughters, cream and cheddar cheeses, bacon, turkey, egg, and radicchio.
Amanda led the toast to the new year and caught me up on her new interests and projects; we agreed that New York feels like a place that will help us to grow artistically and creatively.
When she launches her new projects, I’ll link to them here (her Creative DC blog was a wonderful resource for surfacing underground performances and events).
I thought my favorite thing Jordan said was, “Could I get you another bacon swizzler?” until he appeared with a plate of ginger cookies (I love when cookies sparkle) with bourbon cream cheese between.
This is a household that understands the art of the sandwich, and lucky for me, this household is now in New York.
Tonight, I may make a simple salad like the one late last night, with soft mache (lamb’s lettuce) leaves, scallions—for a subtle lemon hit, big crumbles of chevre, and crisp slices of local sunchokes (but then again, I do have fresh buttermilk from the butter I made this morning and bowl of purple potatoes that could be friends)…