Yesterday morn I drove the boy back to his apartment, bright and ridiculously early. Yes folks, I was on the road by 7 am, and let's just say neither of us where in the best of our mid-day moods ;). He looked over a few readings for his first class while I got ready. And I packed my tea, steel-cut oats, almond milk, and nut butter to also have some breakfast.Then I took the bus into Manhattan. The last time I was on a bus in the city was when I was 8 and with my grandmother. She'd let her license expire so whenever we wanted to go to shopping, or dining, or visiting, in New York, NY we took public transportation via wheels. But let me tell you, they were never like this one, the line that stops by the boy's Bronx apartment is of the coach variety. Comfortable and classy with pretty views, oh yeah :).
Lunch was nothing too special, just a mixed salad from home topped with a Garden Herb Sunshining veggie burger. But it did the trick. In addition to a naked carrot late afternoon, I was perfectly satisfied until about six, at which point I met my American friend from Strasbourg. Remember Gloria, my veg & bistro et chocolat partner in crime?It was both of our's first time at Blossom and we were anything but disappointed. I ordered the Vegetable Mezze Plate, "Our Chef’s preparation of fresh vegetables: roasted fennel, brussels sprouts, sweet potato puree,sautéed escarole, and tri-color cauliflower, accompanied by spiced quinoa." Yeah, I know, holy friggin' yum! And she had the fabulous Blossom Risotto. After the day before's 'later than usual' night, I was seepy, so I also had a pot of tea.
That way, I would have enough energy to catch up and chat and have an absolutely divine dessert: Chocolate Ganache with Vegan Ice Cream and a Peanut Butter Drizzle. I was so pleased with the entire meal, service, atmosphere, and of course, company. And then I got home and the ache set in :O oh my darlings, and it still hurts. Help?