It's Not the Bread
Its early morning in Manhattan, I can smell the Real Food all around. The scents of sweet waffles and strong, rich coffee. Its gonna be a great day!
I poke my nose in the Halal Falafel truck and see a pile of onions, seasoned with garlic and cumin and I can smell the tang of yeast steaming out of the fresh pitas he's prepping for the day. That's gonna be good.
For lunch we tuck into a little spot for some of the best, thin cracker crust pizza. The local tomatoes and sweet roasted garlic in the marinara, fresh and creamy mozzarella and torn basil - its a perfect pie.
As we walk from one thing to the next, we are on the look out the Nuts4Nuts cart. My nephew has been raving about them and then Bam! there he is! and you know what? He was right. They are warm with a light praline - delicious. I need to make those.
Still, my favorite is a meal that I am continuing to savor... a simple, french dinner we had last night of Losbter Bisque and Steak Frites. It was seriously delicious, Real Food. But, what raised it to such memorable heights was not the perfect medium rare or the sweet torn lobster in the lightly brandied cream, it was the people that I was fortunate to eat it with - my family. As hard as it is to live so far apart, we don't miss a beat once together. We catch up, tell stories, tease and hug a lot- I see all the generations in their faces and I can't keep my hands off them! Honestly, we could have all eaten at the Sabrett's cart and it would be my favorite meal but the fact that all 7 of us ordered the same thing is special too-
So there ya go. It's really not the bread, it's who you break it with.....