Illustration: Ryan Inzana
A lot of Angela Flournoy’s second novel, The Wilderness, not too long ago longlisted for the Nationwide Ebook Award, was written at Little Dom’s, a tiny, beloved Italian restaurant in Los Angeles. For years, she and 4 different author buddies met up for normal work classes, punctuating their writing spurts with meatballs and Italian tuna salad. “They have been welcoming to us,” she says. “Perhaps as a result of, in a metropolis filled with screenwriters utilizing Ultimate Draft, it was charming to see a bunch of girls engaged on common previous books, utilizing common previous Microsoft Phrase. Or, in my case, typically only a pocket book.” She and her household have since moved again to New York, the place she lived on and off in her 20s. She spent the previous week decompressing from her current guide tour and frantically attempting to meet up with buddies earlier than the vacations descend — over Halloween sweet, selfmade duck confit, and jollof on the Eric Adams–permitted clubstaurant Lagos.
Wednesday, October 29
Each morning, I aspire to eat breakfast, and most of the time I don’t. I search for from no matter fast factor I believed I’d deal with after my 5-year-old is out the door and it’s invariably 10 a.m., at which level I’m like, May as properly begin scheming on lunch. I do typically achieve caffeinating as a result of my daughter insists on serving to me with my matcha latte. She does the whisking — marine collagen (I’m pescatarian) into the matcha powder. I pour in steamed oatmilk, and she or he is underwhelmed by no matter form I declare to make with the froth (a “tree” at the moment; she didn’t see the imaginative and prescient).
Round midmorning, I do a stay name with Boston Public Radio for its Beneath the Radar guide membership, throughout which era I pray that the host, Callie Crossley, isn’t selecting up any of my abdomen rumblings. I like stay interviews as a result of they’re anti-perfectionist; you may’t retake something, and when it’s performed, it’s actually performed.
A bit of after 11 a.m., I begin scheming for lunch. Early lunch is my faith, and I’m typically the queen of leftovers, which I make into an extravagant, if discordant, unfold, however I simply obtained again from every week of guide occasions, so I’m on the mercy of no matter my husband has occurring within the fridge. I see tuna salad in there, and my husband confirms that he intends to make tuna sandwiches for lunch, that actually he made a transcendent tuna sandwich for himself yesterday. However he’s extra of a late-lunch particular person, so after dropping a number of hungry hints, I settle for that I’m alone and eat the leftover shrimp wonton soup that I ordered from the Handpulled Noodle on my manner from La Guardia the night time earlier than. There are about 5 wontons left, however there’s loads of scrumptious broth — that thick, velvety variety that turns into a jelly when refrigerated — and I determine this may maintain me over till I can get a transcendent tuna sandwich. I additionally eat one thing I’m calling a cookie ball: failed flourless oatmeal-walnut cookies that I made and not using a recipe and doubtless not sufficient egg, which is why they remained flat, however they tasted so scrumptious that I fashioned them into balls and allow them to stay.
In fact, by the point my husband proposes the sandwich, near 1 p.m., I’m now not feeling like a sandwich, irrespective of how transcendent, so I demur, and round 4 p.m. I exploit a few of his tuna to make a kale tuna-salad salad. It is a fairly frequent weekday lunch in my dwelling, impressed by the most effective tuna-salad salads within the sport, at Little Dom’s Los Feliz in Los Angeles. The Little Dom’s Italian tuna salad has no mayo however a lot of herbs, as is the Italian manner, and comes scooped on high of tender lettuces with a number of hunks of avocado and tomato and a soft-boiled egg. Mine has the entire above, besides on kale and with the addition of cucumber and a spoonful of Potbelly giardiniera, or “sizzling peppers,” as they name it. I purchase a jar of this each time I am going by means of La Guardia, and I put it on many issues at lunchtime.
Afterward, I dress for the Phrases With out Borders dinner, the place I’m set to be the “literary host” at a desk. I reduce drastically on consuming over a 12 months in the past for well being causes, however I do nonetheless often want one thing to chop the social nervousness at occasions and to dampen my want to take pleasure in an open bar. So I eat a teeny tiny sq. of Kiva THC chocolate, round 4 mg, on my manner out the door.
The occasion is on the Edison Ballroom in Occasions Sq.. As quickly as I step by means of the door, I’ve to do a video selling the group and recommending the final guide in translation that I’ve learn, which I stated was Tokyo Ueno Station, by Yū Miri, after which instantly realized it was really Past the Door of No Return, by David Diop. Blame the edible.
The vegetarian choice for dinner is petite: a silver-dollar-size scoop of quinoa and a triangle of tofu the precise dimension of a Totino’s Pizza Roll. The meat eaters fare much better.
I skip dessert, considering I’ve simply sufficient time to make it to Sendo in Koreatown for its final omakase sitting. I like going there on off-hours on my own; I by no means encounter a line. I name they usually say they will seat me if I get there inside ten minutes, which could have labored had the R practice been on my aspect, however after I get to the station the following practice isn’t for six minutes so I come again aboveground and stroll to Sugarfish as an alternative. The midtown Sugarfish at 9 p.m. is filled with enterprise bros on dates and the ladies who tolerate them. I sit on the bar and order a Belief Me Lite. After I was in L.A., the place Sugarfish has extra places, I’d order supply from them typically — my buddies and I referred to as them basic-bitch containers, admiringly. On my manner out, I spot a $100 invoice simply past the edge of the restaurant and pocket it, thanking God for the bros I simply slandered.
On my manner uptown in a taxi, all of the visitors lights on Fifth Avenue are inexperienced for a stable 30 blocks, which is able to by no means not be a type of New York Metropolis miracles to me.
Thursday, October 30
One other oatmilk matcha à la 5-year-old. At this time was my daughter’s faculty’s costume get together, so I wake her up early to rework her into Rumi from KPop Demon Hunters. I ordered her costume from a web site I’d by no means heard of whereas I used to be on a flight to Chicago and paid further for delivery. It arrived trying manner much less janky than I’d feared. I refused to shell out one other 50 bucks for the required purple braided wig and as an alternative purchased a pack of purple Kanekalon braiding hair from a magnificence provide. The “Rumi braid” tutorials I’d watched have been ineffective, all meant for teenagers with straight hair versus curly, so I find yourself wrapping the hair round her personal hair like some type of purple plastic cocoon, inform her she seems to be stunning, and hope all of it holds collectively lengthy sufficient for photographs.
Self-conscious that the world could study I’m unhealthy with breakfast, I make myself a bowl of Greek yogurt with a tiny little bit of apple butter from our college’s current apple-picking tour to Warwick Farms upstate, peanut butter, chia seeds, and the final of that journey’s apples. My husband and I each work from home until one in every of us decides to enterprise out to the library or espresso store, which implies typically a meal will miraculously seem at my desk. At this time, round ten, it’s a inexperienced smoothie, scrambled eggs, and avocado slices. I eat half of this, having really eaten breakfast.
For the previous a number of months, I’ve had mysterious lower-back ache, so I spend period of time doing very particular workouts, and a few times every week, relying on how lengthy I’m on the town, I am going to bodily remedy in Brooklyn Heights. I’m in Harlem, so it isn’t in any respect handy to me, however I like my PT and don’t thoughts an excuse to learn for an hour on the practice. I take a full water bottle with me and sprinkle a packet of LMNT Watermelon Salt flavored electrolytes into it as I nonetheless really feel barely dehydrated from journey. I didn’t imagine in electrolytes till I began doing sizzling yoga and found it’s the distinction between crawling or strolling dwelling after class.
By 4 p.m., when my session ends, I’m determined for a snack, however I can’t consider a straightforward one, so I simply attempt to get again uptown as rapidly as potential (completely not in my management) and eat the final cookie ball upon arrival (nonetheless scrumptious).
Dinner is kale-sauce pasta based mostly on a recipe by Tejal Rao that I began making as soon as every week when our daughter was youthful because it was the one manner to make sure she ate inexperienced greens. It’s nonetheless the one manner. My husband roasts some asparagus to go together with it, which my daughter avoids.
After her bedtime, there’s popcorn for the adults, made on the range, drizzled with olive oil, and sprinkled with salt. In mattress, I determine to donate the $100 I discovered outdoors Sugarfish to One other World, a Crown Heights mutual-aid collective that’s stepping up its group meals outreach given the suspension of SNAP advantages throughout the federal government shutdown.
Friday, October 31
It’s Halloween, which implies I really want to verify I’ve a stable meals basis to help the entire Reese’s peanut-butter cups I intend to steal from my daughter’s trick-or-treating haul. For breakfast, I eat a toasted and buttered English muffin that my baby requested, then rejected, with one of many soft-boiled eggs I made for my tuna salad a number of days in the past, plus a number of ripped-up items of basil and a lemon squeeze.
Just a few hours later, whereas I’m ending a proofread of the U.Okay. model of my novel — why did America determine to make our citation marks two traces? — a inexperienced smoothie arrives on my desk.
Round 2 p.m., my husband and I determine to go to lunch. That is typically the closest we get to a date in every week, relying on our numerous babysitters’ availability, and it’s additionally good to depart the home for one thing apart from an errand in the course of the workday. We go to Ponty Bistro, and I get ginger juice, which is exceptionally spicy and scrumptious that day. Perhaps it’s as a result of I’ve been consuming an excessive amount of resort meals of late, however every thing tastes extra scrumptious. The seasoning on the Poisson Yassa is good, the rice delicate, and the pickled greens tangy.
On our favourite server’s advice, we stray from our typical Moules Frites Africana (an expensive and fiery crimson sauce) and take a look at the Moules Frites Provençal. I don’t suppose I’ve ever had olives alongside my mussels earlier than, and I’m a fan. I typically attempt to restrict my simple-carb consumption, so when our server asks if we wish bread with the final of our broth I say “no,” then “sure.”
Here’s a New York opinion: In the event you stay in a constructing with a stoop and don’t hand out sweet to trick-or-treaters, you’re a monster. It’s your civic responsibility at hand out treats for everybody whose buildings make it logistically onerous to take action. Round 4 p.m., I begin to see from my window the youthful trick-or-treaters arrive on my block, and regardless of my daughter not being dwelling but, I put our sweet in a bowl, placed on my costume (my husband and I are Saja Boys — replete with lengthy black trenches and black witch hats I’ve inverted to resemble Korean gats), seize our transportable speaker, and head downstairs. Handing out sweet is the push of endorphins I didn’t even know I wanted. I blast the KPop Demon Hunter soundtrack on our stoop, which makes me very cool within the eyes of the tweens. As quickly as my child will get dwelling, I swipe a sour-apple Blow Pop from her, and because the night time progresses, I’ve a number of Reese’s.
When some classmates from faculty present up, I order a number of pies from Fumo, one of the best pizza supply in Harlem in my view (Sottocasa is greatest for in-person, however its dough is a bit too moist for journey, and Dado’s is greatest for a slice). I eat a number of slices of mushroom pizza with arugula.
After all of the classmates and their mother and father go away, after we’ve made two extra runs to the shop for trick-or-treat sweet, after we’ve had a correct euphoric dance-party second with a pack of older teenagers who requested we play “Your Idol” from the soundtrack, after we’ve survived a post-sugar-high bedtime, I eat the ultimate boiled egg over the sink with a little bit of tuna on high, a squirt of yellow mustard, and a sprinkle of paprika.
Saturday, November 1
Breakfast is similar previous matcha and a glass of water combined with Athletic Greens, a “superfood” vitamin powder I’d by no means have bought if my fanciest, busiest pal hadn’t steered I take it to outlive my guide tour. It’s so costly that I don’t typically drink it at dwelling, however weekends are after I’m most definitely to go with out inexperienced greens, so I figured I ought to front-load the diet.
For lunch, we go to Cocina Consuelo, which has rapidly develop into a “buzzy” uptown brunch spot. It’s run by a pair who’ve a really lovely toddler, and the meals lives as much as the hype. We get the Masa Pancake with strawberry compote (we’ve had it with peaches and blueberries earlier than, it’s at all times good); the Tortilla con Huevo, which is only a very crispy corn tortilla with an over-medium egg atop a blistered sheath of hoja santa; Onion Tinga Quesadillas; and vegan fajitas. The fajitas are new to us and will use extra warmth, however the mushrooms have a pleasant crisp. I grew up consuming Mexican meals in Southern California’s San Gabriel Valley, and one of many pleasures of dwelling in New York on and off for the higher a part of twenty years is witnessing the Mexican meals scene within the metropolis evolve and enhance. (I bear in mind while you needed to go to Bushwick for tortillas.)
I’ve invited buddies over for dinner, so round 5 I eat some leftover inexperienced pasta with the final of the leftover tuna salad on high to encourage my daughter to eat. It kind of works. I additionally drink a few half-cup of leftover inexperienced smoothie.
I’m a pescatarian who eats duck. Geese spend most of their lives in water! I can’t be elaborating additional, besides to say that I’ve been pescatarian for 18 years however three years in the past I made a decision on a whim that I deserved an occasional “duck vacation” and was inspired by some food-loving buddies to embark on stated vacation. Since then, me and these buddies have had Duck Bulgogi at Ariari downtown (top-five duck within the metropolis) and duck at eating places that now not exist. These buddies, Alex and Eddi, proposed to confit some duck legs at dwelling and produce them uptown to us, so I make all the edges. Roasted butternut squash with cumin, paprika, and Dealer Joe’s Shawarma Seasoning; puréed parsnips; and collard greens. The latter I braise with a bunch of onions and garlic and bay leaf and just a bit little bit of hen broth. I additionally make a really fast dessert — poached apples and spiced Greek yogurt — after I notice we don’t have any dessert deliberate.
When Alex and Eddi arrive, I uncover they’ve made a lemon tart, so we find yourself dessert wealthy. I additionally make gravy from their duck fats. My daughter, a pescatarian like myself, additionally loves the occasional duck vacation and comported herself properly throughout dinner, consuming an adult-size portion of duck leg earlier than declaring she was prepared for mattress. The 4 adults stayed on the dinner desk, consuming wine (them) and nibbling on THC chocolate (me), slowly demolishing the lemon tart (it beat my poached apples by a mile) till it was one way or the other 1:45 a.m. It’s been a very long time since I’ve stayed up lengthy sufficient to observe the hour on my telephone repeat itself for daylight saving time.
Sunday, November 2
One other oat matcha, one other skipped breakfast. We’ve got to hustle downtown to satisfy some buddies and their child at a sing-along screening of KPop Demon Hunters on the Angelika within the East Village (I totally meant to get my cash’s price from that costume order). We cease at one hundred and twenty fifth and Fifth Avenue simply lengthy sufficient to see a little bit of the marathon. The ladies leaders go us. The quickest ladies on this planet! I weep.
Attributable to staffing shortages, the concession stand on the motion pictures is closed, so I run to a bodega on Second Avenue and get a wide range of bagged popcorn flavors — unique Skinny Pop for the children, kettle corn and buttered “movie show” for the adults — and a Hal’s Black-Cherry Seltzer for myself, which I hope will fulfill my lifelong must take pleasure in a Cherry Coke, or perhaps a Wild Cherry Pepsi, whereas consuming popcorn at a film.
Sooner or later in my life, I dropped a pin on Báhn Anh Em, however as we stroll towards it, I see that the road seems to be at the least an hour wait. With out youngsters, I’ve very low curiosity in standing in lengthy traces for a desk at a restaurant, however being with youngsters drops my curiosity right down to zero. They are going to merely revolt as a result of they’re good and don’t care about hype. So we preserve strolling downtown to Rosie’s, a Mexican restaurant I used to frequent in my early 30s for its completely happy hour. I had low expectations (typically you actually do it for the children), however the starters shock me: The Calabacita Rostizada put my prior night time’s roasted squash to disgrace, the Fluke Aguachile Rojo has a correct kick, and the Tamal de Camaron makes me homesick. I don’t suppose I’ve ever had a seafood tamal I didn’t make at dwelling, and this one so intently resembles the stewed-beef tamales I bear in mind fondly from the vacation seasons of my childhood. I’m so pleasantly stunned that I take pleasure in what was once my drink of selection: a spicy mezcal margarita. For mains, we principally order tacos, plus a veggie enchilada. All of which is simply okay!
After Rosie’s, I bear in mind I’ve a book-club Zoom scheduled, so I dip into the Public Lodge whereas the remainder of my group avail themselves of the playground throughout the best way. I order a matcha and sit at a nook desk with my headphones on. I’m not the one particular person within the Public’s foyer taking a piece name at 3 p.m. on a Sunday, which makes me unhappy.
The factor about touring quite a bit throughout one in every of New York’s biggest seasons is that I really feel such a strain after I’m again on the town to meet up with folks earlier than the inevitable vacation scatter or earlier than the seasonally depressed amongst us start to close themselves in. It was on this mind-set of pending social shortage that I booked a dinner reservation at Lagos Occasions Sq. and cajoled some expensive buddies to affix me.
Lagos is a resto-club, or a clubstaurant, relying on how you want your portmanteaus, and I’m, traditionally, a giant fan of “the membership.” I lived in New York, Atlanta, and D.C. within the 2010s, the heyday of the millennial membership and lounge, and at all times wish to dip my toe again into that scene. Lagos had famously been paid a go to by Eric Adams, sure, however simply because he was outdoors when he ought to have been inside, really doing his mayoral responsibility, doesn’t imply the person had unhealthy style.
Lagos doesn’t disappoint, with Amapiano and Afrobeat blasting, hookah obtainable tableside, and sufficient ladies in bodycon attire and heels for me to really feel like I’d gone someplace particular. The meals — described on the web site as a “tantalizing West-African Fusion Expertise” — is just not not like stuff you’d discover at many African eating places uptown, which is to say it was actually good. Jollof with fried fish, Purple Stew with fish, complete roasted branzino with plantain, and, the shock star, “Lagos Pasta” with grilled salmon, which my pal Vinson precisely pegged as a basic Rasta pasta. The meals, the music, the clientele, and the purple and Black décor jogged my memory of someplace. “That is the folks’s Tatiana!” I shouted. My buddies agree, and we don’t consider this as a slight to this restaurant’s fancier cousin uptown. Simply then a photographer comes up, asking whether or not we wish our photograph taken. In fact we do, and naturally I pay to get the framed print.
We head dwelling feeling that giddy drained that you just really feel post-club, regardless of it solely being 11 p.m. I eat a tiny sliver of lemon tart earlier than mattress.
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