The end of a whirlwind trip
After Rachelle and Raul's wedding, I stayed with Rachel and Noah for my last night in New York. They built me a nest on the floor of the bedroom: a mattress topped with blankets, a plush comforter, and plenty of pillows to sink into. Noah told Rachel and I bedtime story about two little pinkie mice — which upon Googling appear to be newborn mice. But for Noah's purposes, pinkie mice were more like pinky mice — mice the size of your pinky. The pinky mice were named Kelsey and Rachel and they lived in a French bakery or some such wonderfulness. I dozed off shortly thereafter, so the details of our mouse-sized adventures is lost on me — but I do know they were sweet and perfectly suited to a bedtime story.
In the morning, the real Kelsey and Rachel went to a real bakery for a baguette and pastries while Noah cooked us a Spanish torta made with sliced potatoes & onions, eggs, and cheese. Yum! That's definitely one to attempt at home someday soon. Shortly after our delicious brunch, the three of us headed out into the city — Noah to tape rummage sale flyers around the neighborhood, Rachel to show me a thing or two of Greenwich Village, and myself to enjoy New York in the fall before my all-too-early flight back to Milwaukee.
We stopped into a shop that sells dozens of flavors of salt — and gorgeous flowers. Because, you know, salt and flowers are like peas and carrots. But really it was a charming shop, as were the many others we explored: a card shop (where I wanted everything and therefore walked away with nothing), a tea shop with great glass jars of tea leaves, and a cheese shop (*Note: Send me there to die).
Before hitching a ride on the airport-bound subway, my friends made sure I got myself a "New York slice" — something, to my memory, I'd never had before. That was some tasty cracker-crisp crust! When can I go back for seconds?
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