Alright, I admit it, I have an obsessive personality and, when it comes to food, this fanatical glitch in my otherwise prudent nature can very often border on pathological. You’re all incredibly shocked, I’m sure. Those of you who have kept abreast of my coffee antics, have tagged along for my fantastical and at times quite tragic forays in cup cake making, and have witnessed my diligent journey to the finger-licking depths of chocolate noshing all understand how truly fixated I can become on a single food item.
Well I stand before you guilty once again. This time the substance of choice is, you guest it, ICE CREAM. Sure I could blame somebody else for my ‘difficulty’ with the stuff. I could easily blame David and his damn Perfect Ice Cream book but I am afraid that I am the one to blame. I have been making ice cream and consuming ice cream in sizable quantities long before The Perfect Scoop showed up on my doorstep (just wanted to take the time to thank my UPS delivery-man, Tom. Yes, we are finally on speaking terms and I'd like to keep it that way.) Blame does very little to alleviate the problem; this transgressive pattern in my eating habits is not going to change anytime soon. Who knows when I will tire of ice cream, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps never. The point is, and I promise you there is one, is that I realize that reading about coffee and coffee alone for two whole weeks only to turn around and read strictly about chocolate might become a bit boring for you readers and this is why I have devised a plan. I propose that each week I will select a subject and do my very best to blog about different aspects of that subject. When the week is up, I will move on to a new subject. I am not saying that it will be easy and I am certainly not promising that I will succeed, but for the sake of not boring you I am willing to try.
To kick things off I have decided to take things out of the kitchen and into one of NYC most beloved boroughs. My topic of the week is eating out in Brooklyn. Check back in throughout the week to find out what this peasant is eating in Brooklyn.