this is when i write about all the food i forgot to write about last year. i need to do it and move past 2008.
to begin, blake and i made popsicles at some time right before he moved back to texas. we were no longer buying much food, but still to feed ourselves. i am pretty sure that this popsicle is some sort of mango mix. mango-orange? who knows? those damn popsicle-making-plastic-containers never work properly. this was the one prefect popsicle. maybe in the whole time i ever lived in harlem.


again, the chips. and as a treat, dr. pepper. we love love love to put the chips in the sandwiches. blake suggested once that sandwich shops should offer chips as a topping. i agree. (i also think this meal was eaten on the floor, as i sold most of the furntiture. high class.)
pizza. pizza is a rare treat for me. there was this incredible pizza place called "a slice of harlem," but once day, it was gone. and we were stuck with unfortunate corporate delivery pizza.
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