Surprising my mom with Christmas Extravaganza tickets was the best gift we could have given her. And Radio City itself is something to behold. It gets you in the gut, and she shed some big tears of joy. And although I go to great lengths to avoid these parts of town during the holidays, we sauntered amidst all the lights and had a very merry time indeed. No place on earth resembles New York City at Christmas time, this is certain. Find Betts and her little-girl-grin in the last photo (not to be confused with the blonde!)...
The city's face got a much needed whitewash. It's about time, and I almost love nothing more than the quiet that comes with the snow. Dude, where's my car? This can only mean one thing... A trip on the R train to Bay Ridge for a steaming hot bowl of pho. SO good. SO cheap. And this, well, I can't really explain.
While it blizzarded and blustered for hours on end, we practiced food magic. Sprouts were sprouting and focaccia was rising and later, baking. High five, snow. I've always loved you and always will...