Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Seasons greetings!  Hope everyone has a safe and happy holiday. Merry Christmas!

Round II, Part III: Sweets Galore

Ahh, New York, New York.  I've grown sweet on you...  Heehee.

Round II, Part II: Korean Food

I love Korean food.

Let it Be: Fall

With work taking up a good chunk of the day, I haven't had as much time to enjoy the sunlight and changing foliage as I want to.  Good thing I got to snap these before the leaves fall and winter arrives.

New Love: A Healthy Dessert

It's fall now, but I miss summer.  What better time to break out the frozen mangoes!!!

Wait, frozen what?

Local Eats: Wasabi Sushi

Recently, Andrew and I went to Wasabi, a nifty restaurant located in Tyson's Corner, for a nice, indulgent sushi lunch.  Despite its strange location (in the middle of the mall, open to two stories of shoppers to gawk at), it's been one of our favorite casual places to go.

Come and Knock on My Door

*Knock Knock*

Round II, Part I: Ladurée

After taking a semester of French and having a large poster of the Eiffel Tower in my room for a year, I'd like to think I've earned the right to love all things Parisian.  So, when I heard Ladurée was opening in New York, I planned a trip out to see it the next time I was in town.  Luckily, the store opened a few weeks before, so there'd be no line!

New York Food: Round I

I've had a lot of burgers in my time.  Juicy, savory, and delicious; from Crane Alley to Five Guys to In-N-Out, they've all been good.  ...BUT.  This burger... this Shake Shack burger has topped them all.  Yummy potato bread bun, hot, gooey cheese, portobello mushroom and tender patty along with the smoothest shake I've ever had, made for a truly great day.
Bite. Chew. Savor. Repeat.

Blessed.

Today is a day of remembrance, a day we will never forget.  As the sky grows darker and the rain starts to fall, my thoughts turn to a passage from The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald:

I tried to think about Gatsby then for a moment, but he was already too far away, and I could only remember, without resentment, that Daisy hadn’t sent a message or a flower. Dimly I heard someone murmur, "Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on," and then the owl-eyed man said "Amen to that," in a brave voice.

Ten years ago, as a child I couldn't grasp the magnitude of this day.  Ten years later, I begin to see and hear the stories of heroism and sacrifice, pain and loss.  And the day jumps from surreal to real again, a day I will never forget.

Hello: New York!