My Guts Go Nuts On Cronuts

A few weeks ago we won the lottery. That is to say that after three weeks of trying we finally got thru to the Dominique Ansel bakery and got us some cronuts. I've never had to schedule a baked good before, nonetheless drive two hours to actually get it.

It was totally worth it

This is the line I didn't have to wait in

There they, are in all their coconut-y glory

I had to stop Laura from licking the box

I ate two right off

I led a little treasure hunt thru the city, of which the reward was the prize, but when I ran into Greg I just gave it to him

After a little thunderstorm came out of nowhere, basically cancelling our day in the city, we headed over to IKEA and got some ideas for all this home remodeling. Yuula ride me the whole time so, that was fun.

I have just the place for this

On the ride home I ate the final cronut, since they only have an 8 hour shelflife, and shed a single tear as the final flaky morsel dissolved in my mouth, knowing full well I will probably ne'ev gain dine on such a delectable confection. That is until I start making calls this Monday. September's flavor is figgy marscapone!

Never Liked The Bagpipes, Til Today

what is the name of that song?

Twixt Canal, Bleeker And West 8th

Yesterday was date night. We're piecing together an anniversary. Last night was the out-on-town-without-baby portion. It was fun. We parked downtown and headed across to Washington Square Park, which was in full and lovely bloom.

Had to hit up a Cosi. They are few and far between this year. But I gotta say we may be ditching this tradition. There's just too many more and better places to grab a bite in the neighborhood it seems a crime to pigeonhole our tastebuds. I was craving a curry bowl all nite. But we did get to eat back in the park where we like to people watch and got to see squirrel lady in all her glory.

With time to kill we decided to peruse the Canal Street, to possibly find a gift for our babysitter or yet another pair of goofy oversized glasses to add to Laura's collection. Either the selection was sparse or our intentions were. But the Canal is always a treasure trove of crapola.

We looped back around to the park, circling the venue, for a final round of "Jerks in the Park". That's where Laura and I see how many (rude) comments we can make on passers-by and the finest the city has to offer. Tonight we hit the jackpot stumbling upon what developed into a full on juggling/unicycle convention.

This park never disappoints.