It's Official, Summer is Here
The priest blessed the communion and we all stood, except for one guy. He stood, slumped and passed out from the heat. It made it pretty clear to me that summer is officially here. Auntie Nature must have her sign in Virgo to be so precise by beginning summer on the exact day it should start. Other signs of summer? All roads to Long Island Beaches and Jersey Shore beaches are at a standstill. We drove to the Long Island beaches this weekend to compare them to the Jersey Shore (am I really living by the Jersey Shore?...I have to get used to this!) It was a weird drive going through Manhattan in order to get to the beach, sort of surrealistic to go through crazy buildings, Chinatown, Delancy Street then suddenly find ourselves on the beaches of Long Island.
The beaches are full of Italian American families/clans downing food like it's a buffet. "Vinny, you wanna san-wish? NO?! What's the mattah with you?! You sick? You don't look good." Vinny eats a san-wish. "Vin, take some eggplant parm. What's the mattah with you not wantin' to eat. Fruit, here, take fruit, take the fruit, (shaking the fruit in front of the kid) take some fruit, you should eat some fruit, you really should eat some of this fruit." Some of these families had as many as 5, yes I counted FIVE coolers with them. One for each person. It made me think I was born to the wrong clan! We were a peanut butter and jelly on whole wheat bunch with a couple of warm brown bananas as "le dessert du jour". My chef and I watched the drama unfold in front of us like spectators on Broadway and decided that we absolutely must see Jersey Boys next time we get a chance to go to a Broadway show. Our panini were delicious (tuna fish with basil leaves and feta cheese wedges), but we were left like kids in a candy store watching the scores of families unpack Il Grande Buffettone before our eyes.
Other than that, the violent honks on the way to the beach, and not getting a sunburn, it was a regular day at the shore.
My favorite part of the drive home was taking pictures going through all the bridges we passed that connect Long Island to amazing crazy Manhattan to New Jersey. In such a short space the size of an average farm in Wisconsin, there are 30 million inhabitants. And they are all on islands. I want to know which moron thought of building this great city on an island? But that is for another blog. For now, let's end with some cool bridges:
The beaches are full of Italian American families/clans downing food like it's a buffet. "Vinny, you wanna san-wish? NO?! What's the mattah with you?! You sick? You don't look good." Vinny eats a san-wish. "Vin, take some eggplant parm. What's the mattah with you not wantin' to eat. Fruit, here, take fruit, take the fruit, (shaking the fruit in front of the kid) take some fruit, you should eat some fruit, you really should eat some of this fruit." Some of these families had as many as 5, yes I counted FIVE coolers with them. One for each person. It made me think I was born to the wrong clan! We were a peanut butter and jelly on whole wheat bunch with a couple of warm brown bananas as "le dessert du jour". My chef and I watched the drama unfold in front of us like spectators on Broadway and decided that we absolutely must see Jersey Boys next time we get a chance to go to a Broadway show. Our panini were delicious (tuna fish with basil leaves and feta cheese wedges), but we were left like kids in a candy store watching the scores of families unpack Il Grande Buffettone before our eyes.
Other than that, the violent honks on the way to the beach, and not getting a sunburn, it was a regular day at the shore.
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| I want that condo with that amazing view. |
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