Tag Archives: happy stories
The Results of My Chinesying
The food came in record time—12 minutes, straight up frozen Bedford Ave. And what a haul! Get a load of this, world: Total cost, with tip: $11
I Am A Big Fat Grown Up
Lately, I have sure been turning myself into a real person. Why, take today for instance! (And by “take” I mean consider—please do not steal from me the rest of my Thursday.) In just the last hour I have done … Continue reading →
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Tagged as accomplishment, daring, fire safety, happy stories, snacks
Healthy Eating
In two areas of my life have I lately seen great improvement: Pastrami Breakfast pastries Both have required a two step process. Until a few weeks ago, I had only ever encountered pastrami that was as dry as shoe leather … Continue reading →
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I Am At Home Right Now
Whether or not he cooks, every man, it seems, likes to brag that he “makes the best omelets.” Why is this? I have never heard a fraternity brother boast of his blue cheese dressing—something much harder to make than an … Continue reading →
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An A For A&A
I have returned to tell you that there is a magical coffee shop on 21st Street. Resting safely in a temporal vortex just east of Sixth Avenue, A&A is marked by a battleship grey sign so perfectly old fashioned as … Continue reading →
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Brave Decisions
I just did something insane. I was at the Shine Deli on 20th Street—a block north of my office—about to order my now-customary chicken salad on white toast. “Chicken salad on toast,” I said, and grunted when Mr. Deli Man … Continue reading →
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Writing’s More Fun When I’m Full
The Shake Shack burger is an inelegant construction. Poking out the top of its greasy wrapping, the contents push forward like the hanging belly of someone who can’t admit to a need for more roomy pants. Jealous of each other, … Continue reading →
I Am Eating and I Am Awake
In two weeks I will embark on what academic calendars call “Winter Holiday.” As I will theoretically have graduated college this time next year, this is to be my last. I’m hoping to spend most of it asleep. Observant readers … Continue reading →
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Way To Go Mom!
This Friday, a happy ending to a previously recounted sad, sad story. A few weeks ago I maligned the loss of a coffee spoon, a cheap (but vital!) plastic doodad which was apparently pitched by an overeager houseguest sometime during … Continue reading →
Cheeseburger! (Part I)
When I was in middle school, a family friend told me a story of youthful exuberance and cheeseburgers, and it made an impression that has proved indelible. The friend was Dave, a sixteen year old, and the story was the … Continue reading →
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