Greenpoint Fashion Watch: A Moment of Greenpoint Gratitude
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Chile relleno preparation (as practiced by yours truly, anyway) is a rather extensive process*. When I reach the “halfway” point I take a break. This time around was no exception: to this end I took a walk. As I was strolling our fair ‘nabe’s streets I thought about the numerous things I have to be grateful for: having good friends, wonderful neighbors, a husband who tolerates my admittedly eccentric behavior and manifold obsessions; a roof over my head, a relatively well-behaved (and occasionally downright loving) pride of felines and a job whose nature I not only enjoy, but comes with co-workers who render those not-so-pleasurable moments into fun ones.
Above all I am grateful to live in the best damned place on earth: Greenpoint, Brooklyn U.S.A. The Garden Spot of the Universe is home to such Heatherian favorites as the Shit Tits, the Newtown Creek Nature Walk, McGuinness Boulevard, West Street (what’s left of it, anyway), 218 Beadel Street (the house and person who lives in it— both are wonderful) and the old Russian Peoples Home sign on Clay Street (to name a very few). It is also home to some of the most charming, witty, intelligent and kindhearted people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I consider it an honor to call these people, my fellow Greenpointers, neighbors.
And, but hardly least, there is this gentleman who I spied in front of La Taverna today. There is so much fashion fabulousness going on here I am not even going to attempt deconstructing it. What’s more, I need to get back to cooking!
*Which I will go into later. It ain’t going to be Julia Child, but hopefully you’ll enjoy the secrets to my relleno success.