Why hello there!
No recipes today, I’m afraid. The pantry has been almost completely packed for my imminent move.
Now, In case you were wondering what adventure feels like: well my friend, it feels like leaving one’s apartment at the end of the month without actually having found a new one yet! If, however, this particular type of adventure doesn’t happen to appeal to you, you could always try taking a little road trip through the Finger Lakes in upper New York state. Ah, yes, that sounds much better, doesn’t it?
A couple weeks ago, the beau (who goes by Alan) and I were feeling the need to get out of town for a few days, so we packed the car full of snacks, sunscreen, and coffee and headed down to NY. Both on the way there and back, we encountered exceedingly long wait times at the border, and I think I might have made things worse by deciding that it would be a good time to finally introduce Alan to This American Life. Fact: turns out people are generally not enthusiastic about new podcasts when they are in stressful situations. (Thankfully, I made sure to play episodes all throughout the weekend, so that he developed a Stockholm syndrome-like inability not to love the stories holding his ears captive.)
When we finally hit open road, we rolled down the windows, cranked up the music, and finally welcomed the sun, hot on our faces. In addition to the bright, skinny lakes that give the region its name, we drove past seemingly endless fields of corn, vineyards, and livestock. We’d booked our accommodation barely a day before we left, so lucky for us, the Taughannock Farms Inn turned out to be charming, and not totally overloaded with doilies — our greatest fear. We chose it for its proximity to Ithaca, since we’d heard good things about the food and planned on eating dinner there every night.
“Ithaca is Gorges!” as the slogan goes. Predictably, we spent our days waterfall-and-gorge hopping, getting tipsy at local wineries (me), which required a few car naps (also me), and avoiding wildlife on the road (Alan). Watkins Glen was probably the most beautiful of the places we visited, but also the most overrun with tourists — all, might I add, from Ontario.
We enjoyed a delectable tapas dinner at Just a Taste. You’ve been warned, though: dining in smallish town America will definitely make you regret the prices you pay for dinner in Toronto. I was a little nervous about getting dinner at the Moosewood Restaurant, because an institution that’s been hyped up for many, many years rarely delivers on its food. When Alan’s salmon and my Moroccan vegetable platter arrived, I didn’t even bother taking pictures, thinking to myself: Those red plates circa 1993 are horrible. And then I had to eat my words along with my dinner. The food was delicious. My dinner was seasoned and spiced perfectly, and I think Alan’s salmon chermoula was the best-cooked piece of fish I’ve ever tasted in my life.
Ithaca is also home to a gorgeous farmers’ market, where we picked up our final lunch and some snacks for the ride home. The flowers! The plums! Alan had to drag me away, reminding me that border guards don’t tend to let fresh produce across.
All in all, the trip was lovely but much too short. Hopefully we’ll get a chance to head back down in the coming years! I am apparently on a video kick these days, and even made a little video about the trip, if you’d like to check it out:
All in all, hoping to be back in the kitchen soon!