Thursday, September 6, 2012

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.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

New York Hall of Science



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!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

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!
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