Since I’ve moved to New York, I’ve taken on some characteristics of a New Yorker. How I Met Your Mother tells me I’m a real New Yorker, as I’ve cried on the subway, killed a cockroach with my bare hands, stolen a cab from someone (accidentally, but still), and seen Woody Allen. Regardless of whether or not this does actually make me a New Yorker, I have identified several New York traits that I’ve picked up.
1) I pre-walk. Urban Dictionary: “When using a subway system, to prewalk is to use the time while waiting for a train to walk to the spot on the platform where you will board the train so that when you get off the train at another station, you will be at a desired location on the platform, e.g. stairs, turnstile, or corridor to another train.”
4) I can pick out tourists and tell you where they are most likely from based on their dress and where they are in the city.
5) I no longer try to stay out of people’s photos. Sorry, too many people are taking snapshots, and I have to get where I’m going eventually.
6) North and South have been replaced by uptown or downtown as cardinal directions.
7) The rats in the subway are more reliable than the digital clock in forecasting a train’s approach.
8) There are three locks on my door. It looks like a cartoon.
9) I give cabbies specific directions. If they don’t follow them, I tip the minimum.
10) Jaywalking. I do it. A yellow light means move fast and a red light means move faster, because there’s a one second delay before the opposite light turns green. Also, sidewalks are for sissies.
However, I am not nearly as New York as Gael Greene, who says of this dessert, “In the Seventies, when we came home late from hours in a disco, Chocolate Wickedness was my idea of the perfect nightcap and a weapon of seduction. “You know chocolate is an aphrodisiac,” I used to say.”
I rarely, if ever, come home late from the disco, and I can count the number of times I’ve had a ‘nightcap’ on no fingers, and I’ve definitely never offered a gentleman anything as a weapon of seduction. However, I gave some of this to R~’s aunt today to try to revive her after she climbed to our sky-high apartment, and then, when my split peas threatened to give me an aneurysm, I had some myself. (I think it staved off the aneurysm, luckily.) This isn’t really a drink – it’s more of a boozy mousse with a wonderfully sticky consistency. I’m sure, if you need a weapon of seduction, that this would suffice. I’m going to use it to bribe myself to study for my exam next week.
I cut this recipe in half, because it would have made a ridiculous amount otherwise.
Adapted from Gael Greene
Serves 8. Allow 20 minutes hands on time, 4 hours freezing time.
3/4 lbs semisweet chocolate
3 egg whites
Every Friday, a group of women writers is blogging their way through 50 Women Game-Changers of Food – find more information, as well as a complete listing of who has participated and links to every recipe we’ve made so far, here.
Mary of One Perfect Bite |Val of More Than Burnt Toast | Susan of The Spice Garden | Heather of girlichef | Miranda of Mangoes and Chutney | Jeanette of Jeanette’s Healthy Living | Kathleen of Bakeaway with Me | Sue of The View from the Great Island | Linda of There and Back Again | Barbara of Moveable Feasts | Deborah of Taste and Tell | Nancy of My Picadillo | Mireya of My Healthing Eating Habits | Veronica of My Catholic Kitchen | Annie of lovely things | Claudia of Journey of an Italian Cook | Alyce of More Time At The Table | Amrita of Beetle’s Kitchen Escapades | Martha of Simple Nourished Living | Jill of Saucy Cooks | Sarah of Everything in the Kitchen Sink