Yum and hmmm...

The house smells like crab boil tonight. The chef is making spicy crab legs and red potatoes with Reese's seasoning with fried chicken on the side. I think he'll fit right in at Mardi Gras next year.

I hugged a friend from New Orleans this week, and she says the city is a little scary for the first time. Although New Orleans has been violent before, she says it just feels more random these days, from break-ins to murders.

Winter is back

As I was walking home from the subway stop on Wednesday night, I realized that winter has finally settled in here in the city. I had been feeling a little light-headed, so I stopped by the bodega to buy a snack that would get me home. I picked out a little box of edamame (salty green beans that are fun to munch) and headed down the block.

I had gone maybe four streets over when the pea pods started getting crunchy. They had started to freeze in my hand.

Eep. How long until Spring?

Matt Kennedy Gould beats smarty pants films:

"We need to send Walk the Line and American Psycho back."

"But we haven't watched them yet."

"Yeah, but there's only one more episode of The Joe Schmo Show on this disk. Do you want to wait three more days before we see the finale?"

"You've got a point."

I haven't even written the date yet...

The year is already getting away from me. I haven't blogged in a coon's age (NYer translation: a very long time). But I've got lots of stories to tell and pictures to share about the last couple of weeks, so hang tight for just another day or so.
See you soon!