I’ve long been a fan of Tate’s Bake Shop chocolate chip cookies which my cousins in NYC/the Hamptons have served at family gatherings for years (and are now available in specialty stores in Iowa and beyond). Tate’s actual shop – in Southampton – now has gluten-free sweets as well.NYTimes story on Tate’s So must check in out when we’re next in the area – which is likely to be at Thanksgiving.
During our annual whirlwind tour of NYC during thanksgiving we have:
– eaten very good japanese noodle soup at a restaurant that begins with an M on West 55th Street. (I’ll dig up that name when I can.)
– Strolled past the cool Lady Gaga holiday windows at Barney’s on Madison Avenue
– Had a long leisurely lunch with an old friend from London in the “casual elegant” Fireside restaurant of the Omni Berkshire hotel in midtown
– Met an old college friend for a beer at Doc Watson’s on 2nd Avenue between E. 77th and 78th
– Dodged the crowds watching the parade balloons being inflated on the upper west side by ducking into Scaletta for dinner (good bolognese!)
– Dodged the crowds watching the parade on Thanksgiving Day (at one point, I simply joined the tail end of the parade after the crowds along the sidewalks got to large and scary). I was the irritated looking woman in civilian clothes walking along side cheerful yellow and red costumed paraders holding up the Macy’s inflated stars. My expression: don’t dare to stop me.
– Cut through the crowds of people about ready to Occupy Best Buy on the upper west side after Thanksgiving dinner
– Took a glorious late night walk on Thanksgiving from central park west to central park south and then up Lexington Ave. to E. 69th where we stayed
– Joined 10 other relatives at a chaotic Penn Station to take the train to Southampton.
– Bought some last-minute gifts in Southampton – a novel at Book Hampton, an ice cream b’day cake at Carvel, some knickknacks at Home and Nature
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As a midwesterner – this is what I love about the east coast. Within four hours we went from rural Vermont to the beach in the Hamptons. I woke up this morning in an 19th century inn in Grafton Vermont, with a few streets lined with pristine white wood houses, a white church with a huge white steeple and red dahlias abloom, a country pond lined with field stones. Now, at sunset, I am looking out across a lush green lawn rimmed with flora and fauna, beyond it the blue still waters of Mecox Bay. Beyond that a spit of land with big homes and then the Atlantic Ocean.
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