Sunday! I love Sundays (when it’s not football season). I love doing nothing and relaxing on Sundays and that is exactly what we did. We had breakfast down the street, I couldn’t tell you the name of the restaurant but the owner was wonderful and the food was great. I ordered eggs Benedict, and honestly, I thought it was something else. I am not a big egg person, have always had some weirdness about eggs, but I was starving and read the avocado and tomato part and it sounded good. I had no idea eggs Benedict were so runny. I can remember watching my dad eat runny eggs when I was little and being so disgusted and worried that he was going to get sick. But when that yellow goo came bursting out of my beautiful white egg puff I put on my big girl pants and dug right in, and it was delicious. Because I am clumsy and can barely get through a meal without spilling on myself, I had to make an extra fool of myself while trying to cut through my breakfast with a butter knife. The knife flew out of my hand (there must have been some random magnetic force; no other way to explain that kind of air) and splattered some egg goo on the little girl next to me. Her grandma was a sweetheart and told me that in her country a dropped knife meant you would receive a male visitor soon. I can only hope she is right.
I have never spent much time in Brooklyn, apart from my walk across the bridge and then dinner, so I was excited to see a new area of New York. We ran across another Farmer’s Market and I made more geeky comments about how beautiful the eggplants were. We passed by all the organic fruit and opted for a more deliciously artificially flavored kind of treat in the form of Uncle Louis G’s Italian Ice. M schooled me on the proper way to eat it when I mistakenly asked for a spoon. Honeydew and passion fruit flavored corn syrup made the walk to the park quite enjoyable. We passed through some really beautiful neighborhoods with brownstones and tree lined streets.
Morris took me to Jackson Heights for dinner so that I could try Indian food for the first time. We walked on the streets in the rain and it was like being in a different world. The windows were filled with beautiful, intricate gold jewelry and decadent, colorful materials and music poured into the streets from all the little shops. We walked through the Indian market, looking at all the spices and fruits that were new to me. After getting a feel of the area we had dinner at a place called Jackson Diner and since I know what nothing is he was a gentleman and ordered for us.
I can’t tell you everything we had, but I can tell you I love Nan like there is no tomorrow and everything else was very, very tasty. I was delightfully surprised and will be making a point to be more adventurous in my food selections from now on.
Prospect Park is huge and beautiful, like Brooklyn’s own little Central Park. There were a lot of people out enjoying the weather. We watched some Ultimate Frisbee and it made me really want to join in. It also got me thinking that by the time I move there it will be too fucking cold to play Ultimate Frisbee for like….months and months. We layed in the grass for a while; when we started getting eaten by bugs we decided to walk. We went over to a little pond and saw some more ducks, they were the Official Animal of this trip. However, I was disappointed that they didn’t seem to be like our ducks in Arizona which are always paired up male and female and all in love and shit. I guess New York ducks are just more independent (:
Once again, the sky was rumbling and it started pouring. People scattered and we stayed on our bench under some tree and umbrella shelter; just us and the ducks weathering the storm. It passed after about ten minutes and we got up to walk again in the empty (except for the Bieber Fever girls singing at the top of their lungs) park. Morris almost murdered the girls behind us, and I tried really hard not to eat the grilled corn that the Nueva York Latino parties were cooking up.
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