Woo hoo! Yesterday was crappy. Today is still crappy, but I’ve got great news. I’m cured.
Well, maybe not cured. But after today, I don’t think you’ll be having to hear much about my diet anymore. For those who may just be tuning in, let’s turn back the clock for a moment.
At the end of February, I got a bad report from my doctor. My cholesterol was elevated. But instead of going on a lifetime of medicine, I wanted to see if I could improve my cardiovascular health by making some shifts in my lifestyle. The good news was that given my eating habits at the time, the only way to go was up.
The big question was, would it work? The exercise component of the plan never actually materialized. And as we got closer to the final blood test, I also found myself sabotaging all my earlier efforts.
I guess I gave away the answer at the top of the post, but just wait until you see the numbers.
The thing is, I’m unsure about where to even start this week. Later today, I’ve got the dreaded doctor’s appointment. But tonight I’m going to spend some time with a bunch of Yelp friends to eat a lot of dumplings. My sincere hope is that I’ll miss tonight’s debate that starts at 9pm EST.
I don’t know if I can take it.
Just yesterday I spent the day at the Museum of Jewish Heritage in Manhattan, which presents a living history of the Holocaust. To say it was upsetting would be putting it mildly. One remarkable reminder from the museum was how innocently it all started, with anti-Jewish flyers and political propaganda.
The museum didn’t draw the connection to modern times, but the parallels with our modern political climate and the venomous attitude toward the Muslim community are eerily similar.
To make my mood even more somber, I happened to walk past the 9-11 memorial. I hadn’t been there since before the towers fell. And there’s something about the fountain that is especially heart wrenching. To me it felt like a bottomless pit of despair, that created a vacuum of sadness and loss.
Yes, I might try to eat myself out of this. However, depending on how my visit goes with the doctor, I might not be in much of an eating mood either. So, how do I even begin to turn this around? Let’s start with breakfast.
Every Friday, I feel like I’m saying, “Where did the time go.” And it’s true. At the beginning of the week it can be a struggle to find a topic worthy of a post. But by the end of the week there’s just a crapton to cram into a few hundred words.
Yesterday I mentioned how busy the schedule has been, and part of that has been in preparation for what’s to come. Soon I’ll be driving down to New Jersey for the weekend. There’s a bat mitzvah on Saturday. And on Sunday I’ll be in NYC briefly for a museum visit of all things.
Whenever I’m in the city and not on an eating excursion, I feel like it’s a minor tragedy. But I’ll be back in early November, at the latest for a business trip. And since my business trip involves Yelp, I’m assuming there will be some good eats involved.
Speaking of which, I have the inside line for some good eats today, for those lucky enough to be in Albany at lunchtime. And I’ve got a whole bunch of other delicious things that might be off your radar. Perhaps today’s post is just a wee bit self promotional. But it’s always great to meet new blog readers at events, and see old friends.
You’ve been warned.
There is always news. Sometimes it’s good. Sometimes it’s awful. Today is the International Day of Peace. More awful things will happen today. It’s a big world. It needs healing. And as far as we’ve come, we still have a long way to go.
You may notice that I’m not in the most optimistic mood today.
I don’t envy the PR professionals who need to help promote their clients’ messages on weeks like this. But I do love a good PR person. Years ago I met Duncan Crary. He’s one of Troy’s biggest advocates and a tireless promoter of the city. He sent me a reminder about The Hill at Muza’s Vineyard Grape Stomp tomorrow. I’ll just put the link to that event here, in part because it sounds like a good time. But there’s another reason too, and it has to do with the news.
The Times Union reported that Vic Christopher and Heather LaVine have agreed to buy Minissale’s and will be bringing Nick Ruscitto over to run the kitchen. This will leave Peck’s Arcade in the able hands of Matt Sciubba. But there was a section of the story that ties both of these events together:
Not gonna get political. Not gonna do it. And if anyone tries to get all political down in the comments section, I’m going to delete it. Seriously, what the world needs now is a little bit of comfort and a whole lot of love.
And what could be happier than a colorful bag of Skittles. Taste the rainbow. Right?
Well, last night I checked out why Skittles were trending on Twitter, and it was something awful. There’s nothing like seeing pictures of refugee children when you have small children of your own. It’s gut wrenching.
But instead of talking about dehumanizing the refugee crisis by comparing suffering children to colorful pieces of candy, I’ve got another idea. Let’s take a moment and check out the existential questions surrounding Skittles.
First, can you even name the flavors that come in each bag?
This weekend we left the kids at home to go to a bar. Kinda.
Many thanks to Albany Jane, who hasn’t disappeared off the face of the earth. I know her extended blogging sabbatical might lead you to believe otherwise. But she came over with Albany John to look after the fussy little children while Mrs. Fussy and I drank Asian beers and sang karaoke in a private room at Red & Blue in Troy.
While part of me wanted to channel my inner creepy old Bill Murray from Lost in Translation, the party had a much more festive vibe. That would have been out of place.
Still, I highly recommend the experience. Especially when paired with Red & Blue’s fiery Szechuan food, like the braised fish with roasted chili soup. One order is enough for a group of four or more. It’s huge. And it’s fiery. And it’s delicious.
Despite the presence of a sushi bar, this is quite clearly a Chinese restaurant. And even though they have a cocktail bar, I’d recommend to sticking with things that come in bottles.
Today, however, I actually want to talk about an entirely different kind of bar.