Kept thinking it was Sunday yesterday. But no, it was Saturday and it kept throwing me off. I’m grateful for the extra weekend day. We don’t have day jobs and tend to work weekends anyway, so I don’t necessarily get that “sunday-pit-in-the-stomach” feeling as we head into the work week, but the kids go back to school tomorrow and we start the rushed morning routine all over again.
I don’t know a whole lot of people who live in Manhattan anymore – seems like most of my friends are in Brooklyn or move to Brooklyn eventually, but we did visit one of Mia’s old preschool friends who made that reverse move from Brooklyn a few months ago. Sometimes I try and imagine what it’s like to live in Manhattan again and I can’t really quite imagine it, not with kids. Aside from my nostalgic ramblings that I document here, I forget what it’s like day to day. We’re so used to living in Brooklyn, I guess.
While the kids and I were visiting with a friend, Mark spent the late afternoon hours at Dean & Deluca passing out samples of some of our products. Dean & Deluca in Soho now carries 8 of our items and they’ve become a consistently great retailer for us (although I found out that they mark up our prices, as I guess all stores do, ergh). We don’t focus on wholesale like some of our Brooklyn food colleagues, but we’ve been happy with the D&D business. (remember this post when we first heard that they were interested in carrying our products?) On a related note, Terrain in Philly is now carrying 3 of our cookies.
After the demo was over, we decided to take the kids to Chinatown for dinner. Mark and I were craving soup dumplings. This made Mia very happy since dumplings are Mia’s most favorite food ever. As we were sitting in a booth at Shanghai Cafe on Mott Street (sorry for the crappy photos – weird, purple lighting in there), it made me realize that we don’t really eat Chinese out very often. Once in a while we’ll do take out at home. Such a shame. While it’s not quite the same, I remember our dinners in Chinatown when I was a kid to be really special events. We’d drive in from Queens, park the car in a lot and walk over to the restaurant, which as I recall from my kid memory, was usually a large banquet-type space, basement level, a little mysterious, but always fancy, that you’d have to walk a few steps down to get to. It seemed like we would always go during the winter – I just remember walking in the cold, steam coming up from the manholes in the street, then walking into the restaurants with a welcome bowl of savory soups with bamboo shoots, crunchy fungus, pork and tofu.
We enjoyed our meal. Mia got her dumplings, Claudine got her noodle soup. She kept rubbing her tummy with her eyes closed. We’ll be back.