Beans, pizza, and a bougie cookie
That's today in a nutshell. It was great.
I reheated yesterday's beans and rice for lunch today. It was much better this time around; I reheated it in the pan with a bunch of chicken broth and added more salt, pepper, and garlic powder. It became quite deliciously savory. Would eat again (and I better, because there's still more left over).
I studied all day long, and right as I finished rereading Shakespeare's Henry IV, I got an invitation to dinner at my favorite pizza place (Pizza Suprema on 31st St). A basketball game had just let out at Madison Square Garden, and a lot of them had good taste in pizza, and were hungry, so the lines were long, but it was worth it. It's been what feels like a long time.
As often happens I was one bite in when I decided to photograph it
The evening also included a Levain Bakery cookie, which I got to eat in Madison Square Park while watching the sky darken over the Empire State Building, on what will probably prove to be the day with the most perfect weather of the year. 72-73 and not a cloud in the sky.
The cookie was good. It was good. It's a bit of cult classic in New York by this point, and I'm not sure it deserves that, quite. My sister---maybe all of my sisters---have made cookies with a more aggressively euphoric first bite than this one had. But it was a BIG chocolate-peanut butter cookie. I was hardly unhappy.
It was a serene and eerily perfect Manhattan evening. At one point two helicopters came and hovered a few blocks north of the park---you can see them in the last picture. It made me wonder whether something horrible and tragic wasn't happening while I was blissful and content on a park bench eating a cookie with milk. I won't investigate too hard. For now, I'm only grateful.