Chronicles Continued

This food truck is all about artisan ice cream and they do a land office business. The flavors are unique: tea, basil and others of that genre and the price reflects the uniqueness.  What I love is the color of the truck: french vanilla.

The results of cultural expectations. Walked by the open faced shop three times. Displayed in full view were the biggest, whitest, plumpest scallops, each the size of a dollar piece. The price per pound was terrific. What I kept noticing about the fish shop/stall on this particular street in Chinatown was that it didn’t smell fishy. I liked that.  Convinced I could not go wrong, I bought a pound, laid in on ice for the trip home.  As this treat is best served up right away and lunch time was still an option, I washed them, dried them, heated the pan to sear them and placed them neatly side-by side in the light oil.  I turned them over gently, cut them in half to quickly sear the inside and when all of this was done, placed one on my small plate.  Could not wait to get it to my mouth; the succulent, ripe treat from the sea.  OMG!  They tasted as if they had been soaked in solvent. That was why the shop didn’t smell!  All the scallops and other items had been preserved in some sort of chemical bath to keep them picture perfect, odor free.  However now they were infused with the taste of the chemicals.  Sadly, those in the pan, and the other half in the fridge joined the flushed goldfish brigade.

The sign in the subway car today read: ‘Don’t become a statistic 146 people were struck by trains in 2011. 47 were killed.’  It was the phrase ‘struck by trains’ that struck me. You don’t just step in front of a train. It’s not like at a RR crossing, where you can step in front of an oncoming locomotive. To be struck by a subway train you first have to fall about 6 feet directly below the edge of the platform to the rails. Either you fall or someone pushes you. But you have to make a bit of work of it.

1. There are adverts on the inside of the bus. They are however, not consistent and are way beyond eye level. Seldom noticed.
2. the 2×4 constructed boxes around the trees in the village were not for the 4th of July. They are to protect the trees from major street construction taking place now.

That’s all that was left on the earth in the pot.  The sort of nub found after deer have feasted on the plant. Only these were the fragile lobelia sprouts that were growing from the seed packets, 2 flights up on the fire escape. I never saw the culprit.  I’m hoping it was a bird, any other creature is too much to contemplate. But the end result is: some thing feasted on baby-lobeila in all the pots for a tasty one time meal! Yesterday I purchased ivy and a philodendron and brought the pots to the inside of the window. Now try to get at them, ha!

Noticed: when sitting in the bus on the sidewalk side, people walking, read the adverts on the side of the bus. I then realized there are no advert signs inside the buses. On the subway, the adverts are inside the cars, but there is nothing on the outside. Why?

Sometimes the architecture is just worth the look.