Every time I go to New York, I’m inspired.
When I get off of the train at Penn Station and spill onto 7th Avenue into a throng of people, I often see women wearing beautiful skirts, or unusual shoes or unique earrings. I usually feel the antithesis of hip, but it doesn’t bother me — I go to steal ideas. The hustle and bustle of New York — yes, even the car horns and flashing lights — gives me a burst of energy (though I know I couldn’t live there at this stage in my life).
Last weekend, I went up for a two-day excursion with my dear friend S., who has gorgeous 19-month-old twins. It was a girls’ weekend getaway — the goal was to shop, walk, talk and eat good food. And that’s where I found my inspiration this time, in the food. Actually, more precisely in the drinks.
At Prune, an overflowing brunch place at E. 1st St. and 2nd Ave. recently written up in the New York Times, they had a drink I can’t stop thinking about — and this is ridiculous, I know: It was Ovaltine with milk. Either hot or cold. That’s it. No more complicated than that, besides the fact that the milked was perfectly frothed. I had mine hot with my pear pancakes and homemade granola with cream and bananas. Delicious. I have since been to three grocery stores to find plain Ovaltine (not chocolate) — and with no luck, I ordered two containers online and yes, I paid $7 in shipping. I also looked up how to froth milk with a French press. That is how much I loved it.
The other three drinks I had — and plan to either buy or recreate, eventually — were a small latte with Stumptown coffee (mmmm), Ginger Beer (non-alchololic and so so tasty) and a smoothie with strawberries, blueberries, orange juice and pomegranate.
Thanks, New York, for the ideas. I’ll be back for more.