an urban chick adventuring around

Biked to Riverdale today.   Some gorgeous, unexpected and brand new (to me) vistas of the River and northern Manhattan….in the midst of a choppy route that involved some wrong turns and a few turnbacks (Siri was confounded several times in Inwood Park).  Afforded me a never-before-seen view of the Spuyten Duyvil Bridge as it swung open to allow a boat to pass; it runs below and parallel to the Henry Hudson Bridge.   

One highlight was discovering a mile-long stretch of brand new “greenway” just south of the riverfront joint, La Marina.  Lined with Black-eyed Susans, it is just breathtaking.  But weird, too, since it is a path to nowhere, ending in a turnabout with views down to the GW Bridge.  I’ve read there are long term plans to connect this route to the Little Red Lighthouse which would be amazing, and enable cyclists and walkers and others to totally avoid a hairy up-and-down route with stairs that now connects Washington Heights to Inwood on the west side.   

I took this videoclip of the flowery bike ride:  http://bit.ly/blackeyedsusans

And this bit showing La Marina where a jazz combo played for brunch: http://bit.ly/lamarinajuly2014

The whole point was to find a way to cross over to Riverdale.  I eventually found the pedestrian path along the southbound lower level of the Henry Hudson Bridge.    And then I reached my beautiful destination:  a reunion with my friend, Jane.   Brought her granola and we got to hang together in her beautiful new home with leafy views.   It was great to catch up and, as we parted, she took a fun photo of me, employing her ‘very kind’ filter - thanks, Jane :)  !!

What a treat:   bread baking class at Breads Bakery the other night with my friend and former roomie, Nancy.   From the moment we were led to the back of the retail shop to the roomy, well-ordered and squeaky clean kitchen in the back, we had big smiles on our faces.   We were handed a glass of champagne, along with a red folder containing a pen, three recipes (challah, foccaccia and olive cheesesticks) and a ticket for coffee or tea at breaktime.   Later, there were even lovely baked nibbles laid out for us halfway through, along with some crunchy sticks of celery & carrots.  Nice twist on school supplies!

After hands were washed and hair nets donned, the bread maestro arrived - the talented, charismatic and charming master baker Uri Scheft.  And off we went to our stainless steel tables, working in trios with pre-measured ingredients, mixing and kneading the different sets of dough for the three distinct breads we’d be making that night.  Uri kept up a steady stream of instruction, threaded with funny stories, as we worked away or watched him or his assistants ably working their magic.   Basic things that were stressed were taking care with measuring, the ways to work with different yeasts (I’d never encountered live yeast before - who knew?!), and that one should never multi-task when making bread:  “the dough is the boss!!”

At the end of the evening, we left the shop with bags of delicious foccaccia, challah and olive-cheesesticks.   With a piece of the bakery’s signature chocolate babka (made with straight-up nutella plus dark chocolate chips) for good measure.   And the smiles on our faces were even wider…

While writing this post, I canoodled around with my google search box and found this fabulous post by David Lebovitz, one of my favorite bloggers, where he talks about Uri’s bakery in Tel Aviv — Lehamin — as one of his very favorite spots.

Now I gotta find live yeast and nigella seeds…

Chocolate cream pop ‘ems dreaming.
Had a great celebration dinner last night at Telepan to celebrate twenty-four (24!?) — wait, did I say veinticuatro (!!???!!!) — years of weddedness.   
OH my.

Chocolate cream pop ‘ems dreaming.

Had a great celebration dinner last night at Telepan to celebrate twenty-four (24!?) — wait, did I say veinticuatro (!!???!!!) — years of weddedness.  

OH my.

Found some more of those ever elusive sour cherries this morning.  Have been told by aficionados that there are sourcherryhoarders out there!   I’m not quite at that level, but I do have a couple of pitted pints in the freezer for future use, and will probably add three more the icy mix this week after what may be my last sourcherryhaul of the season.  Because I can.  

Made it up to the "If You Build It" installation in Sugar Hill this afternoon.   155th & St. Nicholas.  Have been cycling by this black & funky residential building on my daily work commute for quite some time - with its irregularly shaped, deep-set windows — watching it emerge from the ground over the last 18 months….my assumption was that it represented more condos in Harlem.   I’ve since learned that it will actually be one hundred percent affordable housing stock  - complete with an early childhood education center and a new museum of art & storyteling — and the first tenants are due to move in this fall.  Meanwhile, there’s an art installation on a few of its floors this summer.   There’s a lot of work of wildly varying quality & substance, but the views from the 9th floor are fabulous and the visit to the apartment which houses an exhibit by Dominican York Proyecto Grafico was my hands-down favorite.  Those folks are doing some really wonderful printwork.  Pictured above is a linoleum cut called “Habichuelon” and serigraph titled “Habichuelas con Dulce,” both by Carlos Almonte.  I also had a peek via a storefront window on St Nicholas side of the building depicting a cool sugar city created by a couple of Irish artists.  One of the greeters at the show told me they had just rushed off to LA to create another sugar metropolis for a movie out there…

Also made my first baba ganoush in a long time.  Thanks to Yotam Ottolenghi’s Jerusalem, I was inspired to do this version with chopped parsley & mint, garlic, olive oil and salt & pepper.    Creamy, slightly charred, nicely tangy and completely satisfying. 

Made these tonight - LOVE. THEM.

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Spent a couple of days out by the Delaware Water Gap, all in the name of being in close proximity to the place where the kid is taking glider lessons in Blairstown, New Jersey.   We overnighted at a quirky but beautifully sited little hotel.   It has a very grand name for a decently maintained joint that is a total throwback to another era  - Wolf Hollow at Water Gap Country Club. Set high on a hill with sweeping views of the area, the grounds are sprinkled with Adirondack chairs for taking in the sunsets.   In the space of 36 hours, we managed to fit in 3 soaring lessons for the kid, some poolside relax time, some beautiful biking along the Delaware, a chance encounter with a piece of the Appalachian Trail, a tasty egg cream at Zoe’s Ice Cream Emporium at the Castle Inn, a totally unplanned visit to the Blairstown Farmers Market and some good family bonding time (including some fun, loud car fights - our family’s particular specialty). 

We are all in awe of the kid’s flight instructor, Jim Angelou.  He’s a very talented pilot and gifted teacher and all around great guy.  His operation, Yards Creek Soaring, is where T. and the kid are making twice weekly trips (weather conditions permitting) for soaring lessons this summer.    My iPhone doesn’t really capture great video of the whole flying experience but we learned of another student’s youtube channel with GoPro footage shot from inside the cockpit and, wow, it’s pretty cool to watch:  http://bit.ly/glidersamplelesson

We came home to a kitty who was very happy to see us.  After scarfing down two tins of catfood, Mici promptly settled in for a nap in a nest of weekend papers.

OH now THIS is muy muy muuuuuy PELIGROSO...

Sunday evening fun. Seared scallops with garlic, fresh oregano and white wine; penne with zucchini and ricotta; and a whole lotta of potted sour cherries for later use …

Part 1 (of 2) post documenting a great day in early June.    Food, clothes-shopping, food, art and more food, all surrounded by fun bike riding on a glorious late spring day.   Even ugly things look beautiful on a day like that.   Took the west side bike path down to the village and then started heading east around 16th Street.   Which inspired a slight detour & window-gazing pause at Empire Cake’s enticing storefront.   Front & center was a NYC-themed multi-tiered extravaganza cake with fondant metrocards and hotdogs and skyscrapers and orange safety cones and and and…  WOW.

Back on the saddle and eastward bound again, I stumbled across the entrance to Breads Bakery which I’d been hearing about and wanting to visit.  Completely smitten upon entry.   Greeted by a smiling young woman bearing a tray of freshly sliced, still-warm, chocolate babka - one of this spot’s signature offerings (among many delights both sweet and savory).  It took great restraint to not reach for 5 more helpings.  Got a cretzel for the kid (figured this cross between a croissant and pretzel would keep in my carrier bag until end of day) and picked up a pretty cellophaned sack of mini palmiers to enjoy with my friend later in afternoon, as well as a gorgeous sandwich from their back counter to have while sitting in Union Square Park (just a block away).  

All of above took place just after a leisurely stop at the agnès b. across the street from the bakery.   Ah, the joy of not having the kid or the spouse tapping their feet and rolling their eyes while I am browsing.  The ‘soldes’ were just starting and I ultimately walked away with a beautiful twisty scarf in soft tans, mulberries and browns and a simple black boatneck tunic.  Also fell for a little peter-pan-collared eyelet blouse in a muted gold/bronze tone that cast a spell when I tried it on….and later returned to the same shop two weeks later when it was drastically marked down (score!).   

So, after a short picnic on a bench to keep me fueled up, I kept pedaling eastward.   Lots of glimpses of things I’d never really seen before (which is just one of many reasons why city-cycling is so rewarding).  A highlight was ‘discovering’ Stuyvesant Park and the amazingly beautiful St. George’s Episcopal Church at 16th & Rutherford Place (Rutherford Place - who knew?!).   Figured out that this was same ‘hood where Friends Seminary School is located, too.  Started dreaming about what some of the homes lining the square might be like on the inside, and then had to tear myself away and start biking again…

Crossed the Williamsburg Bridge for the second time ever, marvelling at how wide the bike path is and how scenic and funky the whole crossing is via that route.  Got yelled at by a hipster cycling by with a massive something on his back when I had stopped midway to shoot this little video of the surroundings.

OK - stay tuned for 2nd post that follows this one and describes some highlights from the BKLN side.