On to the next one!

Let them eat (ice cream) cake!

Let them eat (ice cream) cake!

December was a long month of absolute overindulgence. Basically starting from my birthday (early October) through November and all through December all I’ve done is eat and drink with reckless abandon.

Much like the turkey shaped Baskin-Robbins ice cream cake I brought to Thanksgiving dinner this year, this month has been over the top, a little ridiculous, and mostly delicious.

I’m off to Cambodia tomorrow and so for once, will have a legitimate excuse for radio silence on the blog front. Whoever reads this, I hope you too have enjoyed the holiday season and that 2015 brings you all the good food and good times you could possibly squeeze into one year. See you in the future!

 

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Happy anniversary to me!

What do they say, time flies when you’re stuffing your face? No, that’s not what they say? Well, that’s what I say cause that’s certainly how time’s gone by for me, flying by in a woosh of delicious food over the last four years.

Today, you see, marks the day four years ago that I showed up in New York with two suitcases and not a damn clue where my life was going or what adventures lay in store for me.

Ice cream cake makes all celebrating that much better!

Ice cream cake makes all celebrating that much better!

In the past four years I’ve lived in four different apartments (six if you count two stints on friends couches) and had three different jobs. I’ve dealt with two hurricanes and a small earthquake. I’ve had my heart broken to pieces, cried in public (a New York rite of passage) and then moved on. I’ve made new friends and reconnected with old ones, and realized that a few of both will be around forever. I’ve met Jay-Z and told the story maybe a thousand times, and will one day tell my kids too so they know I’m cool. I’ve lived four years and at the same time four whole lifetimes.

And as documented on this little blog of mine, I’ve eaten some of the best food around.

The whole thing’s been crazy. No really, it’s been simultaneously challenging, ridiculous, hilarious, exhausting, rejuvenating, frustrating and the best time ever.

To celebrate, it only seemed right to go with ice cream cake, always near and dear to my heart, from one of my favorite New York spots, Parm. A fat wedge of peanut butter, banana and raspberry ice cream cake on a bed of crumbly, crunchy chocolate, with a small strip of bacon plopped on top, Parm’s Elvis ice cream cake was the dessert version of my New York experience thus far: overpriced and perhaps over the top, but fun, delicious and unlike anything of its kind.

I’ll eventually leave this city one day but until then I hope to keep adding great memories and incredible eats to my New York City days.

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.