I am back from our NYC vaca with Shana, and thought I would share some random moments from our trip:
I have no idea why that police officer signaled you out, I thought you were being very nonchalant as you inconspicuously drank your super-sized can of beer out of that paper bag.
For the last year, I have heard Shana raving about the French Toast at E.A.T. and I thought she was laying it on a bit thick. I mean, it was just french toast; it wasn’t covered in anything or stuffed with anything…how good can it be?
Turns out…really freaking good.
The bread was perfectly crispy on the outside and yet so soft and creamy on the inside. It was like custard.
I have no idea how they make such a deceivingly simple-looking french toast so delicious, but I can’t wait to have it again!
It rained a lot while we were in New York, which was mostly fine…except for my feet. In a moment of sheer brilliance, Phil and I only brought Toms to wear, and canvas shoes do not do well in torrential downpours.
One of the hardest rains was during out Yankee game (of course!), and while the rest of me was protected by the bright, red poncho, the water was pouring off the smooth plastic and dripping right on to my shoes.
The rest of the night was spent squishing around in soggy Toms. Which is not as fun as it might sound.
I now have a new appreciation for Aaron’s critiques, because that man knows how to make good food. And I will forever-more roll my eyes and scoff whenever Alex complains about a tough piece of meat.
She’s got some nerve, because this:
was infinitely better than this:
This made this:
The things that Phil can get girls to do with ice cream…
New York is very humid. And rainy. And my phone didn’t fare any better than my hair in the humidity and rain.
Every morning my phone would be working fine, and the moment I stepped out of the house and the moist air hit me, it would go dead.
Not just the wi-fi connection, or the phone service, but the entire phone would go dark and die, and it would remain that way until we returned home that night.
But unlike my phone, which went lifeless in the humidity, my hair took on a life all its own.
But I guess that’s ok, because while mine looked like this:
Phil’s looked like this:
Phil has a knack for always being at the right place at the right time (with a camera).
Case in point: