Sandwiched.

The voice in my head spoke in Spanish. “¿Estas loca?” she asked. I had to be crazy to pay nine dollars for a sandwich of pale ham on a roll smaller than my fist. The voice had already pointed out that I was a fool to pay the admission fee for my husband B and […]

B Day.

The theme of my most recent birthday was consumption: cultural and culinary. My husband B suggested a Bronx-based itinerary that sated my very particular tastes: the Original Products Company, a business that bills itself as the largest botanica on the east coast (and who would argue that designation?); the Monet’s Garden exhibition at the New […]