The Munch

Even though I was dying to get in the kitchen, I had no idea what to make. I asked Probe what he felt like eating and he said a sandwich. I’m always thrown off by sandwiches - it’s just not food that I tend to crave. So, happy to have some direction, I head to the grocery store.

I of course baked my bacon and prepared my veggies. I toasted the bread slices, trimmed the edges and seasoned the mayo. I served it with a side salad of mixed greens, cucumbers, tomatoes, croutons and the raspberry dressing from the other night. I don’t want to waste anything - I’ve developed this habit of using as much of the food that I buy and not waste anything.

I called it the Christie Club because my friend Christie loved it, but it really could have been named the Kia Club or the Probe Club or the Haze Club. We all really enjoyed it!

There is this pizza spot that Probe loves in the Williamsburg/Greenpoint section in Brooklyn (Anna Maria/179 Bedford Avenue/BK) He’s been talking about it for years. Every time we visit friends or have to be in the neighborhood, we MUST get a slice. As luck would have it, we found ourselves in Billyburg one late-Saturday-night/early-Sunday-morning and ended up at Anna Maria’s.

I know I don’t look too happy, but really I was. It was a long day. I was content. I ate and drank every bit. I also don’t know what happened, but I’m now a convert. This is the best pizza ever. I think I’ve crossed over and am now part of the cult. If you’re in NYC and want a good slice - even at like, 4 am… this is the joint.

Here’s a shot of today’s breakfast, banana pancakes w/chopped walnuts and a side of bacon. This was Probe’s plate.

While I love seeing the food on the plate, it’s a much better sight when the plate is completely empty. I love it that Probe “can’t” eat plain pancakes anymore. He must have a flavor, confectioners sugar and all…

Every now and then something happens to restore your faith. Faith in everything - God, spirit, love, friends, everything. I absolutely LOVE those days. I can deal with disappointment, but when it starts to trend, I tend to lose faith. I know… less than stellar, but it’s the truth. Anyway, today I am acknowledging that the pendulum swings back. There are those moments in time when your faith is renewed and things seem manageable again. So, I guess the point of this one is to just hold tight. Push on and push hard.