Saturday, July 04, 2015

Thursday, July 02, 2015

There are these moments that occasionally happen where things just have to be paused for a second to be taken in and really appreciated. It could be something so simple or something that's once in a lifetime, but to recognize what's going on really helps look at things with a new perspective. This moment of right here and right now will never happen again. But this exhilaration can be achieved again by perhaps reaching a goal in life or living happily and fulfilled everyday.

Friday, June 26, 2015

"In a long-sought victory for the gay rights movement, the Supreme Court ruled by a 5-to-4 vote on Friday that the Constitution guarantees a right to same-sex marriage." 

From the June 26, 2015, New York Times article, Supreme Court Ruling Makes Same-Sex Marriage a Right Nationwide. Written by Adam Liptak.

Let's celebrate!

It's humbling to think about all the progress that's been achieved for LGBT rights within my lifetime. I'm hoping that the generation I belong to will be the last to grow up in America thinking being lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender is something wrong or shameful. No one deserves to ever feel less than when they are simply being their true self. When that happens, its negative impact seeps into so many different parts of life with results that sometimes requires a lot of work to heal.

Thinking about this being the start of a new societal norm, it's exciting how civilization will continue to grow and evolve into something that might be unfathomable to us living right now. But I am so humbled to be who I am through these current times, because everything that is going on really does mean so much. Reminiscing back to when I was a kid, it never crossed my mind that things would actually change because that just seemed like how life worked.

It's freeing to know that who I am is now legally deemed as equal to the majority of society. Thank you to all the people who worked so hard to make this happen. I often remember life in stages of a before and after, and this is definitely a beginning to something new.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

My thoughts are not reality.

Reminding myself that really helps with anxiety, especially at night when I'm trying to fall asleep.

Close eyes. Stop overthinking. Chill out. Drift off. Fall asleep. Goodbye.
Loosen up!
Lessons. They come in a million ways and forms. They can be intimidating at times, and often hard to recognize until moments, or even years, later when the reason why they happened is finally understood.

I feel like I've experienced two big lessons in the past week that happened because of similar reasons. Thinking about what the third similar lesson could potentially be is sort of scary, so I definitely want to try and not let anything like that happen.

But then as my roommate said, I should "live a little."

Balance is what I need. Yes, balance.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

"Is that you do it to yourself,
Just you and no one else,
You do it to yourself."

From the song Just by Radiohead.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Sunday, June 14, 2015

My work trip to Florida over the past few days was great.

Being in the tropical weather really reminded me of Thailand, and it was nice to feel that sticky heat with palm trees in the background. On the first night there, even passing rainstorms felt refreshing. Sprinting alone back to my room at 3am during a heavy downpour actually had me laughing because it had been years since that happened, invoking memories and emotions buried far back in my brain.

Every night after my bosses, coworkers, and I returned from eating dinner and late-night barhopping, we would all go back to our rooms to quickly change before meeting again at the hotel's pool and jacuzzi. Ending each night like that was a blast, especially when I'd be floating alone in the large pool just staring at the sky. I'd drown out the entire world with my ears underwater, allowing me to give my undivided attention skyward. Looking at the stars with grey silhouettes of palm trees hovering above me had me completely absorbed in where I was at that very moment. And in those exact points in time, that's when I felt particularly transported and like I was back in Bangkok because a good friend of mine used to have a pool in his apartment complex with a similar view. It was at this friend's house where I discovered my love of doing the same thing to clear my head---going swimming alone at night, feeling weightless and completely free of any cares in the world as I gazed up.

I guess I don't experience the feeling of getting completely lost and engrossed in something very often, and that's why being able to spend time at night in a pool where I'm by myself makes me really happy. That's when I'm not preoccupied by anything or feeling distracted and consumed by something I was worrying about earlier, which is how I usually feel all the god damn time. I can just be there in the water, drifting both physically and mentally without having to overthink anything. I'm just present in the moment, which sounds simple in theory but not really easily achievable.

Overall, it was a great trip where I got to spend quality time with the people at my workplace while learning more about how I can be better at my job. But I do have to say that those nighttime moments in the pool also helped me in a way that nothing else could have, because they made me remember what mental clarity felt like.

Tuesday, June 09, 2015

No one is happy all the time.

No one is anything all the time. 

Wednesday, June 03, 2015

"I made the right decision to learn about the city by walking around it. Walking made me think more and focus on the world around me. Moving forward, putting one foot in front of the other, reminded me of reading a book."

From the book I'll Be Right There by Kyung-Sook Shin. Page 71.

Monday, June 01, 2015

June is looking to be a good month.

While it was rainy, cold, and miserable today on the 1st, it still hasn't dampened my excitement for the next 30 days. The weather has been really summer-like the past few weeks, so I'm sure it'll be hot again in no time.

I'm going to Fort Lauderdale, Florida, next week and it's exciting because it'll be my first business trip with my current work place. It's going to be nice to get away from New York for a bit to spend time with my bosses and colleagues outside of the office. It'll be my first time going to Florida, let alone to a tiki convention. The week after Fort Lauderdale, I'll be going to Aspen, Colorado, for the best American culinary event of the year. This trip will be a bit sentimental because it's for the food magazine I used to work for, and at an annual event where I once helped plan and produce. The event has just continued to grow tremendously since I worked it years ago, which makes me all the more look forward to seeing everything in a few weeks.

My friends Jenn and Daniel will also be coming to visit in June, on top of some other guests. But I'm especially excited to see them because they're the friends I used to live with in Los Angeles, who so kindly allowed me into their lives out there and helped me out so much. I haven't been back together with them in New York since we were all roommates in the Upper West Side before I left for Asia, so it's going to be awesome to see them here. They've also had a beautiful baby son since we've last seen each other and there's much to catch up on.

I'd really like to just stay mellow and have a good time this month. Traveling and seeing old faces will be a great way to start off the season.
It's nice when a new month starts on a Monday.

It gives me hope in making the changes I want for a fresh start on things.

It's a new month. It's a new week. It's a new beginning with better choices.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Friday, May 29, 2015

It's finally Friday, and I'm feeling great this morning from a good night's rest.

Have a good day, TGIF!

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Eat like no one is watching.
Summer in the city has arrived, and it feels so nice.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Decisions must be made without regret.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

There's been a large presence of college grads in city for the past few days.

Their animated smiles swathed in a cap and gown are usually surrounded by an entourage of ecstatic family members, radiating happiness and a strong sense of pride that becomes immediately contagious to anyone around.

I've had the pleasure of briefly witnessing these joyous moments of theirs as they snap photos on the streets in front of landmarks or are commuting to somewhere on the subway, just as that random bystander in the background who luckily stumbled onto this significant moment of theirs that was years---or perhaps for some even a lifetime---in the making.

And I just want to say, I'm rooting for you. Good luck on your next chapter in life, whatever it may be.
"Nevertheless, I hope that when I die, I will be writing or reading a book at my desk late one snowy night and I will simply put my head down and close my eyes forever. I want that to be the last image of me on this earth."

From the book I'll Be Right There by Kyung-Sook Shin. Page 16.

Monday, May 18, 2015

What's learned from the movies and Hollywood should never be considered how things in life actually pan out.

That's someone's art being experienced, not a real life account of how shit happens.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

"The evening's performance, which takes about two and a half hours for around fourteen courses, is probably good for couples who have run out of things to say to each other. Guests approach the meal with diligence. One night, a man in a springtime scarf asked how something should be eaten: a wisp of uni and a scoop of fermented chickpea paste, in a pool of bright-green olive oil. The chef who delivered the dish, and who had explained that the purée was developed in the Momofuku Food Lab, shrugged."

From the May 18, 2015 issue of The New Yorker's Tables for Two article: Momofuku Ko. By Amelia Lester.
The words "always" and "never" have been lingering  in my thoughts the past few days...

The amount of commitment these words involve is something that needs to be considered.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

My dad told me this morning that he was 32 when I was born, which is my current age now.

I feel like it's going to be a good year for me. Time to work really hard and make shit happen.
"'She was not afraid to be wrong or afraid to fight or afraid to tell someone just like it is, and that's a gift,' Queen Latifah said of Bessie Smith."

From the May 8, 2015, New York Times article: Queen Latifah Stars in 'Bessie' on HBO. Written by Melena Ryzik.

Saturday, May 09, 2015

Happy Mother's Day weekend!

I will soon be heading to my parents place with my sister and brother-in-law to stay for the night.

Congratulations to all the moms out there, thank you for all that you do.

Friday, May 08, 2015

Trying to go out on a Friday or Saturday night in New York City sometimes seems like too much of a production at my age right now.

There's just way too many people, and so many places seem like amateur hour.

I'd rather go out on a Monday any day.
"When I died, there was no one around to see it. I died all alone. It's fine. Some people think it's a tragedy to die all alone, with no one around to see it. My high-school boyfriend wanted to marry me, because he thought the most important thing to have in life was a witness. To marry your high-school girlfriend, and have her with you all through life---that is a lot of witnessing. Everything important would be witnessed by one woman. I didn't like his idea of what a wife was for---someone to just hang around and watch your life unfold. But I understand him better now. It is no small thing to have someone who loves you see your life, and discuss it with you every night.

Instead of marrying him, I married no one. We broke up. I lived alone. I had no children. I was the only witness to my life, while he found a woman to marry, then had a child using fertility. Her family origins is large and lives near them---same with his family of origin. I visited them one time, and at his birthday dinner there were thirty relatives and close friends, including their only child. We were at the home of his wife's parents, in the small coastal town where they were building lives. He got exactly what he wanted. He has thirty reliable witnesses. Even if half of them die or move away or come to hate him, he still has fifteen. When he dies, he will be surrounded by a loving family, who will remember when he still had hair. Who will remember every night that he came home stinking drunk and yelling. Who will remember his every failure, and love him in spite of it all. When all his witnesses die, his life will be over. When his son is dead, and his son's wife is dead, and the children of his son are also dead, the life of my first boyfriend will be through."

From the May 11, 2015, issue's fiction story in The New Yorker titled "My Life is a Joke," by Sheila Heti.

What a great start to a short story.

Thursday, May 07, 2015

There are people who fade into the background during social settings, and those who don't.

I am the type that likes to fade into the background. Because a lot of times, I don't even know what I want to say until I'm sitting in front of a keyboard.

Tuesday, May 05, 2015

"I can't afford a vacation, so I'm just going to drink until I don't know where I am."

From an Aunty Acid cartoon by Ged Backland.
Whenever something stupid stresses me out and my mind goes into this dark place, I really need to remind myself, WHO CARES?!

Monday, May 04, 2015

"Officer Brian Moore followed his father into the New York Police Department, rose to the ranks of an elite plainclothes unit tasked with confronting the city's most dangerous street crime and died on Monday, two days after a gunman opened fire on him in Queens."

From the May 4, 2015, New York Times Article: Brian Moore, New York Police Officer Shot in the Head, Dies. By J. David Goodman and Al Baker.

This is so terrible. Rest in peace to Officer Moore.
Today is one of those beautiful and sunny Mondays where if I was still in high school, I would wish that we could have class outside.

Sunday, May 03, 2015

"We're all just a kid from somewhere."

From a Powerade commercial on television.

This commercial came on a week or two ago when I was at home channel surfing. It's nice that even in those dull moments where I'm mindlessly looking for something entertaining to watch, these nuggets of great inspiration can come.

But yes, the line from the Powerade commercial is so true. We are all just a kid from somewhere. Forever in my heart, I will always just be a kid from Flushing, Queens, who was raised by my Korean immigrant parents that always did the best that they could. And no one or nothing in life can ever take that away from me.

Stay grounded. Exercise patience. Listen to learn. Always be considerate of others, because you never know what battles they are struggling with. Let people finish what they're saying before chiming in. Realize that what you envy in others is never what it seems. Empathize because hatred disappears when you learn someone's true story. Manners matter. Know that our differences are not how we should be associating by. Respect yourself. Love yourself. What you consider as the small details of your life are things that other people dream of having. Be wary of interpreting miscommunication for something more disastrous. Perfection exists when the challenges in life are used as lessons. Beauty and wealth are fleeting, but integrity and goodness are forever. And when someone really pisses you off on the subway, know that 95% of the time they have no idea what they're even doing.

I know that these are all clichés... but why are they so easy for us to forget at times?

A long time ago, we were all just a kid who wanted ice cream.

Saturday, May 02, 2015

"Don't be distracted by the tented stalls outside the 24-hour HanYang Mart in Flushing, Queens, with their promises of baked eggs and potato pancakes shaped like hearts. There will be time for them.

Go in, past the stacks of 15-pound bags of rice and the clothing nook. (If you've reached the counter selling deli manjoo, little spongecake fish with guts of sweet cream, you've gone too far.) Stop at the sign that says HanYang BunSik in Korean, with an English subtitle: Snack Corner.

The name is literal. The restaurant, which started 14 years ago as just another tented stall, now occupies a proper corner of the market. Tables are placed efficiently back to back, with benches that fit three people to a side, provided they're feeling friendly. Dishes fall under the Korean category of bunsik, or snacks, although many are more substantial than snacks in the Western definition, a reminder of how far we lag behind other cultures in this culinary genre.

Kimchi-and-beef dumplings arrive on plastic foam, under plastic wrap, as if from a 7-Eleven. They are potent nevertheless, as is the similarly packaged soondae, a dark sausage of ground beef and pork in a shiny casing that suggest the skin of a Goth balloon. There's a hint of pork blood seeping through, its moody tang offset by embedded grains of sticky rice.

From the April 30, 2015, New York Times article "At HanYang Bunsik, Snacking is Encouraged," by Ligaya Mishan.

Friday, May 01, 2015

"Margaret: Hey Violet, where are you going?
Violet: I'm going to get drunk!
Margaret: Attagirl. "

From the movie "9 to 5."

Thursday, April 30, 2015

People watching in New York can be funny. Passersby are captured in that moment, and then an entire story about who they are and where they're going immediately materializes.

However, the stories and reasoning behind who they are not really about them at all, but more about the person whose head it's in.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Monday, April 27, 2015

"For Chibu, Chiamaka, and Chidebe---the best stories Sheri and I will ever tell."

From the dedication page of the book Foreign Gods, Inc, by Okey Ndibe.

Wow, what a beautiful book dedication!
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Sunday, April 26, 2015

Food always tastes so much better when your body is actually hungry.

Why do I so easily forget this all the time?
"Like a moth to a flame, 
burned by the fire.
My love is blind,
can't you see my desire?"

From the song That's the Way Love Goes by Janet Jackson.
Sun day. Sundae. Sunday.

Have a good one.
"A powerful earthquake shook Nepal on Saturday near its capital, Katmandu, killing more than 1,800 people, flattening sections of the city's historic center, and trapping dozens of sightseers in a 200-foot watchtower that came crashing down into a pile of bricks.

Officials in Nepal put the preliminary number of deaths at 1,805, nearly all of them in Katmandu and the surrounding valley, with 4,718 people injured. But the quake touched a vast expanse of the subcontinent. It set off avalanches around Mount Everest, where at least 17 climbers died. At least 34 deaths occurred in northern India."

From the April 25, 2015 New York Times article "Earthquake Devastates Nepal, Killing More Than 1,800," by Ellen Barry.

This is just beyond terrible. Our thoughts are with you, Nepal, and to everyone who has been affected by this tragedy.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

With the temperature here in New York City starting to become warmer, it was nice to actually be out of my apartment today and walking around. 

It probably wasn't just due to the winter weather, but I feel like I've been in hibernation mode for the past 10 months or so. I've gone out every so often during this time period, but for the most part if I wasn't with my two best friends or at an obligation I had to attend, I spent a lot of the time plopped on my couch, eating in stretchy pants. Going out just got really tiresome, and vegetating at home far away from crowds and strangers felt so nice. I started working service jobs in the restaurant industry a long time ago, but a lengthy stretch of last year was especially exhausting because I was doing it 7 days a week, with a lot of that time being on my feet. Any opportunity to relax at home became such a luxury and I milked it for all that I could. The last thing I ever wanted to do was be at some crowded bar or restaurant, and so my apartment transformed into a safe space for me to decompress away from the world. 

I mean yes, essentially any true home should provide that, but moderation is key. After I eventually stopped working 7 days a week, constantly staying in slowly mutated into hiding away from the world. But it was only from walking around for hours today that helped me finally realize that. Not being in my twenties also has had a large part of my evolution of becoming a homebody, but that doesn't mean I should shut myself away from society at such an extreme. In my lifetime, I've spent way too many years at home just eating and watching tv, and then eating some more and watching tv again. It reminds me of the hopeless cycle that the character Precious once described, but instead of some malicious mother pushing me to do so, it was my own depression and anxiety.

I met my friend Judy today around noon at Fort Greene Park. It felt really nice to be there because I've become used to this stale routine of always being in the same neighborhoods at the same times of day. I'm usually either at my place in the Financial District, around the Flatiron District for work, or if I'm at all out with friends, it's most likely in the East Village or somewhere else nearby downtown. Being in Brooklyn during the daytime today with so many people out and about helped me recall what I've been missing out on during my months of always doing the same exact shit.

We spent a good chunk of time at the park, catching up on stuff while people watching. Afterwards we stopped by the Brooklyn Flea before getting some food close by on Fulton Street. By this point I was feeling good from all the fresh air and change in scenery, so when I ran into an old friend I hadn't seen for years in the restaurant we were eating at, it all just felt so right. The fact that this friend lives in Los Angeles and was only in town for a short while made it feel all the more auspicious. Judy and I parted ways after we ate and I decided to take advantage of the remainder of the day by walking to DUMBO, and then finally heading home by foot from there over the Brooklyn Bridge.

Right now in my life, one thing I have to keep reminding myself of is that going out should not always have to equate to eating at a restaurant or getting plastered at a bar. Working in so many busy service industry jobs that had me busting my ass during shifts sometimes makes it hard to remember that going out can consist of a million other things, especially in this city. Because for a while it seemed like being out meant being at work in a restaurant, and being out at a restaurant seemed like being at work.

In a way it feels great that I've outgrown going out to only eat or get drunk all the time, since that was basically my all of my twenties. But at 32 now, I've got to discover new ways of being outside the house while feeling somewhat productive in whatever way possible and not like I'm getting sucked into the same behavior. It's time to at least try to break out of my comfort zone in a smart and sensible way, because now that I'm in my thirties, it just seems like the natural route to go down.

Below are some pics from my gorgeous Saturday today.

Friday, April 24, 2015

"You know, being from Queens---that's as good as it gets right there."

Said by Nas in the documentary Time Is Illmatic.
"She's a big girl, she knows what she's doing, and when you look her in the eyes, there's plenty more than your own reflection staring back."

From the article Why We love Nimrat Kaur by Dave Besseling in the April 2015 cover story of GQ India.
Anything worth doing takes hard work.

Anyone who makes something look easy is a pro and just good at their job.
"Once in a while, the ever-orbiting cluster of actors turns out a star we didn't see coming, but once they separate from the rotation, it's a brightly lit affair.

In the case of Nimrat Kaur, even when you look at other actresses with similar backgrounds---maybe the army-bratdom, the packing up for Bombay in their early twenties, going from being a prop in a TV ad to endorsing things in them---this Punjab girl from the NCR still confounds the formulae."

From the article Why We Love Nimrat Kaur by Dave Besseling in the April 2015 cover story of of GQ India.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

The happy boy woke up with a smile on his face. He darted from under his warm sheets and stood at the foot of his bed with his back straight and arms overhead. The morning sunlight nourished his body awake as he stretched until his spine felt like it would get pulled into the sky. He vertically bended his body one last time before hopping in the shower as he sang very loudly. The decibel of his voice was on the borderline of screeching, and the happy boy liked the feeling of releasing all that verve. All night it had just kept building, and getting it out through song just made sense to him. The lyrics were always about something he had dreamed just hours before, because he'd never had a night of sleep in his life without vividly dreaming. Recalling textures and moods and small details was as easy as counting to ten, and he felt sad for others who couldn't do the same. In a way, he felt that it was almost tragic. For the mind to create art even while the body lay unconscious, just so it would be lost and forgotten in the morning---it was unsettling to him. It was a loss of something, and he wished deeply that it would never go to waste. All of this subconscious art that is forever being created, its beauty is in the evanescence he thought. After his morning shower, the happy boy always drank the tall glass of clear liquid that waited for him everyday. He drank it with ease and in one smooth, elongated gulp. There were no chairs and hardly any objects around him, and his voice echoed when he let out a deep and satisfied noise after finishing his drink---he was ready for the day he thought. From behind, his ensemble seemed as minimal and as soft as a cloud. The sleeves of his shirt went a little past his elbows, and his pants reached just below his ankles. As he opened the door to the outside, his footsteps were gentle and made no sound. Outside, there were colors swirling everywhere, just like it was every day. The colors were constantly in motion, creating a dizzying universe that put him at ease. He walked for a short while without thought, and sat down on the mass of what he could not see. And he remained there, absorbed by the trance of nothingness. He could not sense anything, but the happy boy swayed his head because it was a world in which he could feel.

Monday, April 20, 2015

"The cause of living in the past is dying right in front of us."

Said by the character Rhett Butler in the movie Gone With the Wind.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

"I believe that I have developed the opposite of FOMO, in fact: I have a case of FOGO, Fear of Going Out."

From the April 27, 2015, story "FOGO Is the New FOMO" by Alexis Swerdcloff.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

I eat, because I feel.
"I got a bone to pick.
I don't want you monkey mouth motherfuckers sittin' in my throne again!"

From the song King Kunta by Kendrick Lamar.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Hard work needs patience.
"'It's important that at some point in your life you really focus on your career, almost to the point of insanity. You'll never get this time back. You have to want it so bad that you wake up in the morning and you think about it, live it, breathe it, eat it, and see it all day. After you've accomplished a couple of things, then take a moment. Work and work for those first years, and then come out of the matrix a little bit and take a freaking vacation.'"

From the article "The Dos & Don'ts of Bossing Up" by Nicki Minaj in the May 2015 issue of Glamour magazine.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

"But first: What is a sandwich? The United States Department of Agriculture declares: 'Product must contain at least 35 percent cooked meat and no more than 50 percent bread.' But a sandwich does not require meat! Merriam-Webster is slightly more helpful: 'two or more slices of bread or a split roll having a filling in between.' For the purposes of this field guide, we have laid down parameters. A hamburger is a marvelous sandwich, bit it is one deserving of its own guide. The same holds for hot dogs, and for tacos and burritos, which in 2006, in the case known as Panera v. Qdoba, a Massachusetts judge declared were not sandwiches at all. Open-faced sandwiches are not sandwiches, Gyros and shawarma are not sandwiches. The bread that encases them is neither split nor hinged, but wrapped.

There are five main families of sandwich in The New York Times Field Guide.

There are sandwiches made on Kaiser or 'hard' rolls.

There are sandwiches made on soft buns.

There are sandwiches made on long hero sub rolls.

There are sandwiches made on sliced bread.

And there are what we call 'singulars,' which are those creations on bread that falls outside these groups but are still vital to the sandwich landscape, like the muffuletta."

From the April 14, 2015, New York Times article "A Field Guide to the American Sandwich," by Sam Sifton.

Monday, April 13, 2015

"Ms. Hiller has had the same dealer for 35 years, watching as his regulars have gotten older and grayer."

From the April 13, 2015, New York Times article "Smoking Marijuana for 50 Years, and Turning Out Just Fine," by David Gonzalez.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Happy 88th birthday to my Grandma!

All of my relatives and family gathered today to celebrate this joyous event. My grandma is the matriarch of our family, and her word is law in my large extended clan. She's also one of the sweetest and most amazing people I've ever met, and I want to say how lucky my family is to have her in our lives.

It's days like today that I want to remember forever.

"One day I just stopped and asked myself: What in the world are you doing with your life? I had no goals anymore and I was just spinning my wheels, watching my self-confidence disappear."

From the book Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, by Haruki Murakami. Page 315.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

"But despite prophecies of doom for the publishing industry, today paper books are still going strong, and digital books are finding their own niche."

From the April 10, 2015, New York Magazine online post, Books Will Never Die---You'll Just Find Them in Virtual Bookstores and Read Them on Your Phone, by Claire Landsbaum.

Love live books!
When the question of "why?" is asked? There's not always an answer.

Friday, April 10, 2015

"The American ice cream sandwich was born in the Bowery district of Manhattan in the early 1900s, when a pushcart vendor slapped together skinny wafers and vanilla ice cream and handed them for a penny each to shoeshiners and stockbrokers alike."

From the April 9, 2015, New York Times article, The Ice Cream Sandwich Comes of Age, by Ligaya Mishan.