My quixotic quest for paw-paws
I’ve been noticing the tropical variants on sale everywhere – the three below I got while getting some suits tailored in Chinatown with my usual guy.
Gotta say, the sugar apple version was pretty amazeballs with so much sugar in them that there were actually sugar crystals in the fruit itself, which was both weird and cool.
The cherimoya was definitely good and tasted a lot like the paw paw although slightly less banana-like.
Her: I like this one better – it’s less banana-y.
Me: What are you, a Communist?
Also found some sour sops in Queens when I visited my mom – I’d never had them before and was tempted to buy them but I figured I’d blown enough scratch on my quixotic quest for paw-paws.
Speaking of my family’s home, went to see my mom for her birthday the other day but she was stuck at work, so I didn’t even get to see her.
At least last time I saw her for 20 minutes.
But the kid and I did get to spend some time with his cousins as well as my sister, which was nice.
No one could pick us up from the train station so we ended up taking the bus from Manhattan to literally two blocks from their house. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be BUT the bus itself was 30 minutes late, so that was annoying.
We did take the train home though.
I find that we spend an inordinate amount of time planning on leaving and then leaving the city.
And yet, we always come back.
Me: Would you ever wanna move, kid?
Him: No. I would miss my friends too much.
Me: You could always make new friends.
Him: I suppose.
Me: (laughing) We could always just stay here.
Him: It’s our home!
Me: Yes, yes it is.
The Firecracker cut open her head pretty badly the other night.
She was a bit hesitant but I asked her to trust me. After all, I’ve done it to myself a dozen times or so.
But she did and I patched her up. A week later, most of the Crazy Glue had broken off and the super deep gash on her head was completely gone. Barely a scar.
Hmm, I wonder if my brother shoulda been the lawyer and I, the doctor?
Location: the kid’s room, asking why there are always pencils everywhere
Mood: super beat
Music: I see you; do you see me? (Spotify)
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