Tales from a Non-Hipster, Part One

My first post ... oh, the pressure! I don't know who is going to read this, but I'd assume that at first it would just be people who already know me. So I'm not going to spend time introducing myself. If you don't know me, I guess you'll find out all about me soon enough!

Been thinking a lot lately about the way us New Yorkers eat. Over Christmas break my brother came to stay for a night. When he woke up in the morning I asked if he wanted coffee and a bagel, and he eagerly replied "yes." So, I threw on some sweats and UGGs and started to head out the door. Brother appeared really confused. "You don't have bagels here? You don't have coffee here? You have a coffeemaker sitting right there." I started to see how this would seem odd to him, but I had never thought about it before. I've never kept bagels in the house in NYC. Every single apartment I've lived in has had a bagel shop about a block away (Bagel Express, H&H, the amazing brooklyn bagel place I don't know the name of, but I'm already friends with the cashier lady). I remember Brother also asked if I had cereal in the house. Ha, no. That would require us planning ahead!

And coffee, well, don't get me started. I have an addiction to Starbucks. I swear, they put something in it (besides caffeine) to keep people coming back. For my bridal shower I got three coffee makers. Yes, three, and they were all the same. Obviously we only kept one. I swore up and down I was going to use it and bring coffee with me every day. Ha, right. When I get off the subway each morning there is a beautiful, yummy smelling Starbucks calling my name. In the Winter months, I alternate between caramel macchiatos (skim milk), and grande awake teas with one tea bag. Hubby calls this "getting my fix" as if I'm some kind of addict (call the producers of Intervention!).

In all my years in NYC, half of that time now having been spent living with Hubby, we've just gotten food whenever we feel like it. Stop for dinner on the way home. Need a late night snack? Leave the apartment and go grab a candy bar. I think most New Yorkers live like this. We thought things would change when we moved to Brooklyn. Now we have a big kitchen will a full sized fridge and tons of storage. But we still live the same way. Everything is still open 24 hours, and we can get anything anytime that we want. No need to plan ahead. The only difference is that now on weekend mornings I make coffee at home, because otherwise I'd have to take the subway to get to a Starbucks (there are coffeeshops here, but they are overrun with Hipsters). I know people (non-New Yorkers) have asked us why we don't do food shopping for the week. Hubby replies that he never knows what he'll be in the mood for until that day. We are SO spoiled here in NYC. Everything at our fingertips. I wonder if Hubby and I will ever start eating like "real people".

In preparation for the big snow storm (which did NOT happen in NYC), Hubby went out and bought $100 worth of groceries on Friday. This SHOULD last us the week. Especially these days, because we are trying to save money. We are TRYING to change. I'm making a bet right now that we will still need to stop on the way home each night this week to pick up food. Actually, while I was writing this Hubby came in and said "I feel like I'm missing 'Superbowl Food'". Yep, he's going to go pick up more food for tonight.

See, I already won that bet.