Bodega Finds

Ah, Half Baked. One of my favorite movies of all time.

Ah, Half Baked. One of my favorite movies of all time.

Living in New York can be a pain in the ass and every one of us that lives here has a million things to bitch about, but if there’s one distinctly New York thing I’m actually thankful for it’s bodegas.

That’s right, bodegas. Convenience or corner stores for those of you that don’t live in this zoo.  You can find them on almost every block in every neighborhood in this city and if you’re ever in a pinch— be it for ice cream, dishwashing soap, condoms, or any other random thing— you can almost always just run down the street and they’ll have what you need.

Sometimes, they even surprise you with things you didn’t realize you needed but then wonder how you lived without them. That’s what’s happened to me anyway the last few times I’ve popped into one of the million bodegas in my neighborhood.

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I already love Ritters, and then they went and made a coconut macaroon type. Ah-mazing.

Take this Ritter Sport, coconut macaroon holiday edition, for example. I originally stopped in for coffee but walked out with a delicious chocolate bar that I hadn’t seen anywhere else and made my crappy, cold morning precisely a thousand times better.

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I gotta tell you, this cookie on cookie action works for me.

Then there was the time last week when I ran into a bodega to use the ATM and spotted these insane Oreos with chocolate chip cookie dough flavored creme. What?! How do you pass those? You don’t. You buy them and you take them home and you devour them with your roommate. Happiness ensues.

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I’ll admit it, I’m a sucker for gimmicky M&M’s.

And then there was the recent time when said roommate and I ran to the nearest bodega for bottles of water to squash our awful hangovers, when we spotted these at the register: birthday cake M&M’s. I mean, really, it’s like each one is filled with a core of chocolaty deliciousness, happiness and sunshine.

So thank you bodegas of New York. Sometimes you’re weird, sometimes your clerks are creepy, and sometimes I’m convinced you’re just fronts for God knows what kind of illegal activity. But most of the time you just have exactly what I need exactly when I don’t even know I need it. And for that, I thank you.

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Let them eat cake! And by them I mean ME

Happy birthday to me!

So yea, today’s my birthday. And while I’ve kinda been dragging my heels about the whole thing in the weeks leading up to it, my friends really turned that around on Friday when they threw me the best surprise birthday party EVER. Seriously, if you think you’ve had a good surprise party, mine was better.

There were friends from different groups and different cities even, there were oh so many drinks (Too many drinks perhaps. No scratch that, I didn’t mean it. There’s no such thing as too many drinks), there were mini sombreros, and to really just make my life complete, there was cake. Ice cream cake from Carvel. Ice cream cake which I had been apparently talking about incessantly to anyone who would listen. Ice cream cake which had to be packed in a cooler of dry ice to make the trip from the store to the bar without becoming a melted mess.

Really, it makes my heart swell with happiness just thinking about it. It being the amazing group of friends I have and love so very much. But also that ice cream cake. Because I will never be too old to want ice cream cake on my birthday (or any day really).

Here’s to another year of good times, good people and good food.