I am so grateful to call this city my home. Beyond all the cultural goodness, it is a city that generously allows for any diet or food lifestyle, whatever your schedule. Working late? No problem, restaurants are open until midnight, and grocery stores until 10 or 11. Can’t make the farmer’s market on the weekend? Go to one (of many) on Monday. Or Tuesday. Or Wednesday. Or Thursday or Friday! Any day of the year! I do admit that this is a gigantic neon sign of epic American consumerism, and there are some fundamental problems with that. But. It happily allows for me to have a non-conventional work and life schedule, and I love that.
My mom and I had lunch yesterday at Second Helpings, the organic health-foody café in Park Slope (Brooklyn, on 9th Street at 7th Avenue). It’s not a strictly raw or vegetarian place (Mom had a chicken something sandwich that she said was delicious), but I had a gorgeous salad of greens with sprouts, tomato, cucumber, avocado and tahini dressing (note to self to ask for it without roasted red peppers next time), and a kale apple celery juice. The juice was way exciting, mostly because I’ve never been a big fan of kale, always found the flavor to be overwhelming and bitter. But it was so great in this juice, the radiant woman behind the counter put in exactly the right proportions that now I am on the quest to make my own perfect kale apple celery juice.
That quest, however, will wait a few weeks until I find my own apartment. The kitchen – or, more accurately, line of appliances in the tiny living room/dining room/bedroom – is just too small to accomodate my appliances. And I love and know my sister well enough to be aware where her boundaries are as far as filling up her limited counter space with a juicer and vitamix and dehydrater. The juicer, in particular, is a point of contention between us – when we shared an apartment, we had a giant fight one morning when I woke her up with the noise of juicing cucumbers. And all of this, and she is still so amazing to open her home to me while I look for a place of my own. So for now, it’s me, a knife and a cutting board – as well as the impossibly sexy variety of places that I can eat out in this big, bad-ass city.
Love,
Marissa
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Congrats! I love Brooklyn, and I always stay there when traveling to New York City (I'm from NJ, but live in Jacksonville, FL)
As luck would have it, my girlfriend and I are going to be in Brooklyn from 11/26 - 12/1, and we will be hitting every raw cafe in the city, including various support groups and potlucks, even. My idea is to bring some ideas back to Jacksonville for a raw cafe. We shall see.
There's great resources for all things raw, including the directory of all raw places in the world (since you're a traveler, you probably know about it) that can be found here:
http://www.rawfoodinfo.com/home/home_a.html
Good luck! And maybe we'll see you on our trip up there.
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