How Did That Get in My Mouth?

The other day I was talking to Lakshmi,

and I started coughing on something.

Though I had a summer cold

for half of the summer

(seems like it was allergies),

this cough was different.

This cough

was due to something odd in my throat.

So I pulled that oddity out of my mouth,

and what was it?

Well, I'm not sure.

Hay?

A piece of grass?

We were in Soho/Noho.

Lakshmi's phone provides a black background

for the piece of . . .

something

that I pulled out of my mouth.

Weird.

Gross.

New York Hall of Science

So besides Gwenyth Paltrow and her kids,

there were a few other activities

at the New York Hall of Science.

This display in the photo above 

took an image with one light,

and another image with another light,

and a third light erased it all.

It was cool.

This showed our hotness levels.

Short legs!

Long torso!

This is the hall of mirrors.

It was incredibly lame.

There was this mirror and two others.

Chris threw three balls:

baseball,

tennis ball,

and golf ball.

The experiment was to see which one went the fastest.

Guess which one went the fastest!

I had to zoom in.

Wee climbed all the way 

to the top of the rock climbing wall

WITHOUT a harness or anything but her purse.

Freakin' animal.

Not all things were Wee-awesome though.

She's as tall as a display showing how many molecules

--as represented by sand--

would represent a short human.

(Most likely meant to be a kid.)

(Okay, fine. She's just a bit taller.)

What's that?

Ha-ha, you flatter us.

We're not actually astronauts,

we just look like them. . . .

posing in the exact same way.

Jon's body shrunk.

I think Wee is hunched over slightly.

I'm a bit on my tippy toes.

Space suits are amazing!

Next to the display was a giant fan 

that you could power by pedaling a bike.

It had the tiniest seat

that looked mightily uncomfortable.

A very large boy

enthusiastically demonstrated it for us though. 

We thought about heading into space since we were dressed

in our space gear anyway, but then Jon remembered

the aqua fresca lady selling that and some Mexican food

out of a shopping cart

under the nearby underpass.

(Thank goodness she went back to her minivan to go home instead.

I could just imagine the stomachaches from eating

street shopping cart food.)

That's the Hall of Science

as taken from afar

on a very hot Saturday.

Maybe when we have kids old enough to run around

it'd be worth going back,

but as adults,

it's really not that great of a place to spend your day.

We really should have gone to the beach,

in spite of the predication of rain!

My Husband Is Very Corny; Me, Not So Much

As we made our way to Jon's cousin's wedding on Labor Day,

we passed by a farmer's market with the coolest corn statue.

It was about two p.m.,

and we needed to still get changed

for the wedding that started at two thirty p.m.

There was plenty of time. . . .

I was starving,

but I was trying to save my appetite for cocktail hour.

The bride and groom

went to culinary school,

so their wedding food had to be tasty.

Jon got a roasted corn that a dude 

at the back of the farm

was selling.

Jon didn't like the corn very much.

He said it was too late in the season for good corn.

To put Jon's love of corn in perspective,

earlier this summer,

we bought corn from D'Agostino,

which in the scheme of life isn't a good market for produce.

However, it was really awesome corn.

To his chagrin, they didn't have corn for a while after,

so he bought a ton of corn from Fresh Direct.

When he got that corn that weekend,

he toted around with us,

in case we landed somewhere

(my sister's house was a huge possibility)

for him to cook and enjoy it.

He was so paranoid about sharing it though

that we ended back home

so he can eat it all himself.

I like corn.

Creamed-canned corn was my favorite.

I thought it was God's nectar

when I was a kid.

Sweet, salty, creamy goodness.

As a finger food that needs to be gnawed

(see: ribs, wings, etc.)

corn on the cob falls into a love/hate category.

Still, the lack of fresh corn on the cob

in the fall and winter and spring

just illustrates why fall and winter and spring

suck.

On a side note,

the farmer's market was selling fifty pound bags of potatoes

for only $12.99!

That's cheaper than some cocktails!