Usually, my New York life is a flurry of overcrowded subways, and long work days, and glasses of rosé on the couch; too much shopping, and empty bank accounts, and delivery sushi; tv watching, and sweaty apartments, and nights with my cats. But sometimes, my New York life is a little more spectacular. Sometimes I’m reminded where I live. Sometimes it’s more like this:
I’m a breakfast believer. Part of it is probably that I love breakfast foods-cereal, oatmeal, smoothies (particularly chocolate, banana, peanut butter protein smoothies), eggs (sunny side up! poached! always runny!)-so why wouldn’t I take every chance to eat them? Part of it is that 2-3 days a work week, I’ve already been up for 2 hours and to the gym by the time 7:30 rolls around and damn it, I am HANGRY. But mostly it’s that I believe it’s good for you; it starts your day off right, giving you energy and kickstarting your metabolism. Because I eat breakfast every single day, I can easily find myself in ruts. I’ll eat nothing but cereal for a month straight and then follow that up with 3 weeks worth of smoothies, then 4 weeks of overnight oats. I’m always looking for new options, so I was thrilled when I found this one.
Ok, I’ll admit it, this soup is not pretty. It’s kind of a drab, wallpaper pasty tan, not quite orange, not quite brown, not quite…anything. Luckily, sometimes delicious things come in less-than-stellar packages.
Beautiful, isn’t it? Beautiful, but deadly. This tart was almost the end of me, I’m telling you. My mom said that sometimes, when things start to go inexplicably wrong in the kitchen, there’s no fixing it. It’s like Hestia is angry and your fate is in the hands of the gods. Sunday was one of those days for me.