September and October are my favorite months in New York. The weather starts to cool down in September and October days are blissfully crisp and cool. Mother Nature is being her usual fickle self this September and one day it is hot and the next is brisk.
I’m talking about the weather, aren’t I?
Ach. I’m finding myself tang-tungled lately. Can’t tell you why. I did have two funny “Only in New York” experiences lately, so I guess that’s something.
I usually take fliers from the ubiquitous flier-hander-outers on the streets. My thinking is that they have to stand there in bad weather until the fliers are gone to get paid. It seems like a pretty lousy job. It does not hurt me to take a flier. So yesterday, while waiting for the light to change on 6th Avenue, I did. It was for a barber shop. The next thing I know, a different flier-hander-outer is trying to take the flier out of my hand and push into my palm HIS flier for a different barber shop. He tried to explain to me the difference in barber shops. In a different language. The light changed and I held on to both fliers, starting to walk. I said, flustered and confused, “just give them to me! I’m not going to go there!” I didn’t mean to be rude, but really. Fighting over whose flier I took? I was also worried I was being pick-pocketed. I was not.
So I live pretty close to the river and I walk Matty near it. The second weird thing is that for the past two days there is a dude, or lady, I don’t know, singing on the other side of the river. But not like singing singing. Like Yoko Ono meowing/yelling/chanting or some shit. It is very, very odd.
On the cooking front, I made this amazing chicken saltimbocca from Williams Sonoma, but my battery died on my camera before I could take a picture. So just trust me that it is totally worth making. Of course, I ended up using twice as much butter and oil, but that’s just how I roll. Paula Dean stylie.
That’s all I got. What’s going on with you all?