New York City, two weeks in a row, it’s beginning to feel normal, natural, once again, to walk through those busy streets. Walk, pause, turn, wait, tuck in, twist around, navigating the crowds as you try to reach your destination requires a familiarity with the rhythm of the streets. Pause too long and you can get knocked down. Block someone else’s walking choreography and you will get a dirty look at minimum, or a warning more likely. The first time I did this, last week when I went to Eataly for lunch, I felt pretty clumsy at this dance and I shrunk into myself to avoid becoming an obstacle to the pedestrians who had the rhythm of the street in their blood. Then, this Saturday, I stepped out into those streets and suddenly the sights, smells and sounds weren’t as unfamiliar and the rhythm entered my being.
And why did I return to the city for a second week in a row? Because after 9 months of waiting (I could have had a baby in that time!), the date finally arrived for Louisa and I to use our tickets that were purchased last winter, to see the groundbreaking musical, Hamilton. We traveled to New York with our friends, another mother/daughter pair, and we had a full day of soaking in the sights and sounds of the theatre district. I was worried that our anticipation would be met with disappointment after all of the hype. But I was wrong. So many words are used in that show. So many talented actors. The songs, the lights, the staging, the choreography, it all lived up to the hype. And I’d love to see it again if you have an extra ticket just lying around.
The day began with breakfast at a diner… who knew they had diners in the city? And it finished with an after show dinner at an Italian restaurant called Mama Mia!
Who doesn’t like Caprese salad? And the restaurant served it with tricolor roasted peppers too.
My entree was the gnocchi but I wish I had ordered Louisa’s mushroom ravioli, instead, which were both sublime and reminiscent of one of our favorite teen series, “Twilight.” Fans will remember that Bella ordered mushroom ravioli on her first date with Edward.
Okay, enough fan-girling.
So, I got away with cooking all day on Saturday, but I did cook Sunday pasta AND Friday night pizza. This may be one of the last I make on the grill all season since the weather has taken a chilly turn. I paid extra attention not to burn this final grilled pizza crust, and it was worth the effort.