Evening:
an overdose on strawberry rhubarb jam and bread (which isn't necessarily the worst drug to OD on),
long chats over ginger and fiji tea,
followed by a long train ride to Park Slope
an endeavor into cooking with achiote
and a 2-hour-long wait for the rice to be ready.
filled in between with sea salt chocolate,
lemon echinacea,
lime flavored tortilla chips,
and bad salsa out of a jar.

while listening to old gospel songs and learning how to lindy hop for the 87th time in my life.

this time it will stick.

finally, radio jarocho at barbes.

i love it when a friend is about to prepare a meal for me and IN ADDITION says, "do you want to see what's in my fridge?"

i love the whole process, watching people prepare food with care and love and passion. 

"emergency lemongrass" was the final thing he showed me. you can see it peaking out on the right. he makes a tom yum that apparently will knock my socks off. 

here is today's lunch decadence, reward for not dying while rock climbing. also for not dying while riding on the seat of his road bike while he pedaled all the way home?! even in new york, where you see everything, it was a sight to see. 

beef pho. 

fresh sashimi. 

papaya salad(!).

and a not-ripe-enough peach yet, that was crunchy yet delicious. 

basically, yes. 

what keeps you warm in single-digit weather? vegan banana blueberry spelt muffins might just do the trick. 

i've been baking and cooking a lot. New York winter will do that, when you don't really see the point of going outside and yet you still want to feel like you've created something with your day.