I am feeling so incredibly homesick right now.
I’m not really homesick for the place as I am homesick for the people. Though the majority of us can’t say that ‘New York City is my home,’ at the time, I really never considered it to be a place I’d really miss. But as many Americans come together to celebrate Thanksgiving this week, I feel somewhat left out. There will not be a 30lb turkey to celebrate over with my cousin and roommate, no brisk strolls to visit the stunningly beautiful Christmas window displays at Bergdorf Goodman.
But what am I thankful for? I’m thankful for having such a wonderful Thanksgiving memory. Last year’s was truly a gem of a memory: the day before Thanksgiving, a classmate invited my roommate(s) and I to her place in Brooklyn where she graciously cooked a 30lb turkey and made the gravy and stuffing to go with it. We washed it down with Calpico and a pumpkin cheesecake my roommate and I made and sat around looking at our hosts’ truly crazy closet of thigh-high silver boots and Betsey Johnson heels. The day of Thanksgiving, David invited us to his house in New Jersey so the five homeless Canadian orphans were adopted into his family. I remember him driving us to his house and us crammed in his SUV listening to ‘I’m Yours’ by Jason Mraz. Every time I hear that song now, I think of that day. We celebrated alongside his family which included two turkeys. The following day we went Black Friday shopping and then returned to the city for ice skating at Bryant Park, Kunjip and Max Brenners. There is much to be thankful for.
Post Thanksgiving a few of us sleepily ventured out to a bakery/cafe my cousin recommended me (she said something along the lines that it was really cute and how Japanese tourists would love it) in the outskirts of Brooklyn called One Girl Cookies. I remember it was a cool but sunny morning- the perfect weather to nourish a post-turkey body. Tucked away in a quiet neighbourhood, we ‘broke bread’ together for a morning meal over sugar-laced goods. Yes, we had cake and cookies for breakfast. That’s how we roll. What I love about One Girl Cookies is the way they deliver their goodies: the cafe is spacious and painted in eggshell blue highlighted with the warmth of the wood tables and chairs. The five of us shared a handful of assorted cookies while individuals went with fat slices of chocolate cake, foamy hot chocolate topped with a generous handmade marshmallow slowly dissolving into creamy cacao and crumbly fruit pie. Betty graciously bought us each a pumpkin whoopie pie, a signature dessert at One Girl cookies. After experiencing that, I went and found a sandwich cookie recipe that was reminscent of the ones at One Girl Cookies. I will share that recipe in the next couple of weeks. Anyway, their site is also absolutely adorable so all you NYCers, get your butt out of Manhattan and in to Brooklyn!
Click here for the One Girl Cookies website!
Yesterday friend asked me what my favourite dessertS were (emphasis on the plural form of the noun to ensure that I wouldn’t be torn between two or more desserts). I blanked out. If you ask me what my favourite is, the dessert is intrinsically tied in with the emotional bond I have with the place and the people. For this baker, finding something new to satiate the epicurious appetite is greater than a slice of pie, sharing a moment with someone over Italian thick hot chocolate more valuable than its taste. Dessert was never only about enjoying the taste but enjoying it with someone.
And that’s why, this is a blog about the social form of sweets.