Shopping by geography

I did a fairly thorough workout this morning (numbers below) and then went down to Chinatown for lunch. Afterwards, I started walking east. After a few blocks I realized that the vegetable stands weren't tempting me, and that I didn't want ice cream. I was feeling a bit down, it was drizzling, and what I wanted to do was walk. Hence, over to Elizabeth Street, north to Grand, and then east again, to Kossar's. If I don't have rye bread, I can have bialys--and pumpernickel bagels.

Heading back west toward the subway, I saw a sign that said "The Pickle Guys on Essex Street," and walked over. They have lots of kinds of pickles. The man behind the counter greeted me with a cheerful "Hello, young lady, what can I do for you?" So I said "Hello, young man, do you have half-sour pickles?" [I've never liked being called "young lady," but that rejoinder works better at 42 than it would have at 16.] They did, and he offered a gallon. I said that was too much, and described having had a container of half-sours recently go to full-sour while forgotten in the refrigerator for a week. We settled on a quart, which the other man working there filled, and the counter guy suggested putting some "new pickles" at the bottom, so they'd be half-sour by the time I got to them. I said maybe next time, paid for my quart of pickles, and accepted one to eat as I went. It was good.

The next stop was one of several little Chinese shops, for a whole roast duck. This particular one has them for $8, $9 if you have the store cut them up for you. I took it home whole, a chance to play with the cleaver lisajulie gave me, or maybe to carve it as if it were a roast chicken. Either way, that means no silly metal container, no tiny things of soy sauce, and I get all the bits in case I have the energy to make soup.

If, come suppertime, I really don't think Chinese roast duck goes with half sour pickles and pumpernickel bagels, maybe I'll steam some white rice.

I'm still congested, and not feeling as up as I normally would after playing with weights for an hour or more. Ah, well. It's good for me even so, and I did enjoy the lifting while I was doing it.

Phenology side note: there are pink roses blooming in the little triangular garden at Seaman Avenue and Isham Street. One open flat, another with the petals still curving inward.

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Shopping by geography

I did a fairly thorough workout this morning (numbers below) and then went down to Chinatown for lunch. Afterwards, I started walking east. After a few blocks I realized that the vegetable stands weren't tempting me, and that I didn't want ice cream. I was feeling a bit down, it was drizzling, and what I wanted to do was walk. Hence, over to Elizabeth Street, north to Grand, and then east again, to Kossar's. If I don't have rye bread, I can have bialys--and pumpernickel bagels.

Heading back west toward the subway, I saw a sign that said "The Pickle Guys on Essex Street," and walked over. They have lots of kinds of pickles. The man behind the counter greeted me with a cheerful "Hello, young lady, what can I do for you?" So I said "Hello, young man, do you have half-sour pickles?" [I've never liked being called "young lady," but that rejoinder works better at 42 than it would have at 16.] They did, and he offered a gallon. I said that was too much, and described having had a container of half-sours recently go to full-sour while forgotten in the refrigerator for a week. We settled on a quart, which the other man working there filled, and the counter guy suggested putting some "new pickles" at the bottom, so they'd be half-sour by the time I got to them. I said maybe next time, paid for my quart of pickles, and accepted one to eat as I went. It was good.

The next stop was one of several little Chinese shops, for a whole roast duck. This particular one has them for $8, $9 if you have the store cut them up for you. I took it home whole, a chance to play with the cleaver lisajulie gave me, or maybe to carve it as if it were a roast chicken. Either way, that means no silly metal container, no tiny things of soy sauce, and I get all the bits in case I have the energy to make soup.

If, come suppertime, I really don't think Chinese roast duck goes with half sour pickles and pumpernickel bagels, maybe I'll steam some white rice.

I'm still congested, and not feeling as up as I normally would after playing with weights for an hour or more. Ah, well. It's good for me even so, and I did enjoy the lifting while I was doing it.

Phenology side note: there are pink roses blooming in the little triangular garden at Seaman Avenue and Isham Street. One open flat, another with the petals still curving inward.

( gym numbers )