Christmastime in the city

“It’s Christmastime in the city.”

And it’s wonderful.

There have been so many

cookies

carols

lights

pretty things to wonder at

and so much

laughter

and love.

I even learned to make latkes (Happy Hanukkah!).

There’s just not much better than a time when everyone decides all together to decorate with red, green and gold and act a little like children in happiness over it.

And to top it all off, it’s all because the God who makes stars twinkle came into our world to make us his friends once again.

So lovely. Merry Christmas.

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Being grown up: Uncharted culinary territory edition

Being grown up isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You pay bills, you work a lot, if you try to do the splits you break something. But there are a few perks, such as eating whatever you want.

I remember once telling my parents that someday, when I was grown up, I would make popcorn and soak it all in butter, instead of just drizzling it on the top like they did. I don’t live with my parents anymore, but I still haven’t done that. I think I would probably vomit.

However, I have accomplished one culinary mark of adulthood. Hannah and I ordered takeout Chinese. And had it delivered. I’m very grateful I had a childhood without takeout Chinese (thank you, Mother), but ordering it as a real-live adult had its own peculiar thrill.

Why takeout Chinese, you ask? Well, as you know, Hannah and I watch Gilmore Girls, in which the main characters eat takeout Chinese all the time. I realized I’d never had takeout Chinese and should probably add that to my life-experience repertoire.

So…. we called Yum’s. Yes, that’s right: Yum’s. So simple, so succinct! So many good connotations!

Yum’s was inexpensive, had prompt delivery and a friendly person on the phone. However, Yum’s had two shortcomings: 1) It didn’t come in the traditional square-ish paper takeout Chinese box that I’ve always pictured takeout Chinese to come in, and 2) we weren’t quite sure the chicken was really chicken.

 

But I’m up for another thrill. I think next we’ll try New Tong Shing.

Naomi!

Well, I think we all know by now that I’m a horrible blogger.

It’s been a couple weeks since my friend Naomi graced D.C. with her presence, her soup-making skills, beauty and intelligence. Naomi and I met while working at Bible camp together, and we’ve been pen pals ever since. She’s super great. We both like adventures, so we had many while she was here.

On our big day of adventure (my day off), we biked/Metroed out to Anacostia… and we didn’t get shot! I did almost have a heart attack as I was biking and a man started running alongside me, but fortunately he wasn’t trying to tackle me. And we only passed one restaurant whose owner was arrested for having a deskful of cocaine.

Actually, Anacostia was surprisingly nice — some brick sidewalks and outdoor art exhibits. And it had our destination — the Frederick Douglass house! He lived in the home for the latter portion of his life, from 1878-1895.

The little cabin is where he went to write. Someday I would like a place to write. Maybe a gazebo.

Then we headed to Georgetown. The canal was gorgeous, with yellow leaves everywhere.

We did some shopping and went to Georgetown Cupcake. I forgive them for being popular and on television BECAUSE THEY ARE SO GOOD. I’ve had several flavors now, and I’ve loved every one. Eggnog frosting = yet another reason Christmas is my favorite holiday. Pictured below are red velvet and triple chocolate.

We had many other adventures, including a book fair where we took our picture with the Georgetown Cupcake ladies (hey, they fed us those cupcakes), a fancy dinner with an awkward waiter followed by a National Symphony Orchestra concert, a poetry reading and a Sunday afternoon trip to the National Gallery of Art. I guess we kinda rocked the culture thing.

And I captured some of that with Le iPhone, a recent agonizing purchase that should probably merit a blog post of its own. But for now, thanks to Naomi for a wonderful week.