Honey-Roasted Snack Nuts
Ay bay bays! What a fantastic conversation we had going yesterday! To sum up what everyone said: If you have a blog, feel free to brag. If people don’t like it, they don’t have to read it. Very interesting, and I can’t say I necessarily agree.
When you’re writing a blog, you choose to publish your words for a particular audience (and the whole world). Not only should the writing appeal to them, but it also should make them feel good. Reading others say things that come across as bragging does not appeal to me, but I suppose I consider more things to be bragging than most people would. Also, this is all my crazy opinion. Obviously.
But let’s get to the good stuff!
Wednesday was a spectacular 24 hours. It started with a 5am wake-up call, a 5:30 to 6:30 workout, a long shower and an eventual oaty breakfast:
An oat packet, water and maple peanut butter make for the most satisfying breakfast. I don’t know what it is about it. Too bad it was the last packet. Mourning the loss already.
I was supa busy at work all day, which is awesome when it makes the day fly by, but it cramps my dining style:
Sure, I could have torn myself away from the computer for an hour to nosh on cold, leftover squash, two apples and crackers:
But I’d rather not face the questions of “Kailey, what the hell are you eating?” Or maybe I’m just lazy.
I spent the afternoon meeting Caroline’s (my boss) dimey older brother, working on advertising biznass and admiring my nails:
I’ve come to the conclusion that manicures are not worth it. My nails are chipping already, I find flaws that I would also make and I can paint my nails on my own. Only half the fingertip gets covered in addition to the nail, but that’s fine!
After work, I grabbed the B train and went the correct direction the first time! This was huge for me. Every time I’ve tried to get on the subway, I’ve gone the wrong direction, had to exit the station, ask a stranger where to go and then spend another 20 minutes waiting for a subway going the right way. Snackie’s getting street savvy. Psh, who am I kidding?
My venture on the subway eventually led me to Blossom Uptown for a sweet-as-honey date. We hit it off immediately. Why can’t all bloggers live in the same city, eat together, drank together and love life together? Lo and I could have talked and gallivanted all night:
I have such a large head. That may be taken literally, figuratively or both. Whatever you wish.
Dinner itself was exquisite. I started with butternut squash soup, topped with cinnamon croutons and roasted poblano oil:
Look how disgusting my picture was:
I’m convinced my camera is dying. It refuses to take flash pictures in dimly lit rooms.
Anyway, the soup was perfectly balanced between sweet and savory. It was thick, as though it had just been Vita-Mixed a few minutes prior to serving. Although the cinnamon croutons were heaven atop the soup, it could have gone without the oil. Why anyone would want to eat spoonfuls of oil is beyond me.
My second course was something I’ve missed since being vegan/vegetarian:
The menu says that the sprinkling on top is “herbed goshamio.” If herbed goshamio is supposed to remind one of bacon, this was spot on. Can I get a jug of it? Great, thanks. The plate was clean after I’d had my way with it.
With perfectly attentive service, truly delicious dishes and amazing company, it would have been a shame not to order dessert:
GASMS out the ying-yang. I could have eaten that wonderfully spiced, exquisitely iced carrot cake all day. The scoop of cookie dough ice cream I moaned over tasted like icing and cookie dough of my youth. By youth I mean non-vegan days.
Unfortunately, we had to leave Blossom and part ways. I am amazed when I meet bloggers. Somehow, they’re always even better in person than they are on their blogs. I knew Lo and I would get along amazingly, and she’s definitely someone I’d want as a friend for life. We are all so blessed to have this community!
As if the day couldn’t have gotten better, I met someone on the train ride home. A tall, cute gentleman sat next to me on the train and struck up conversation. We chatted the whole way to Hoboken and exchanged numbers. Of course, I will keep you all posted should anything develop. Knowing my record, though, nothing will happen. At least I know his number isn’t a landline.
It’s only Thursday and my brain has already shut down. It’s evident in this post, no? To save you from suffering, I’m signing off. Love you boos!
Ciao for now,
QUESTION: If you had only two weeks in NYC, what would you absolutely have to see before leaving?
I have to make these last two weeks phenomenal! I’m taking suggestions and orders!
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