Local delicacies, part I

It’s time to break up this soliloquy of beautiful photos and poignant stories that my sister is throwing at you and show everyone a bunch of pictures of stuff I shovel in my gaping maw.

So this baby bird just flew the coop, ready to begin her adult life in New York City. Are you ready for some gratuitous shots of dinner parties with a myriad of friends from different backgrounds, goat’s milk popsicles on the stoop of my brownstone, me clutching armfuls of heirloom tomatoes from the Union Square Market? Macro shots of Shake Shack burgers and Photobooth pictures of me with a thousand marshmallows in my mouth? Is the last one not a food blogger thing?

Come closer, my friends. For this is not the case and I have instead a plethora of unique experiences to share with you. I hath been living (why do I write like that? Honestly. Quit it.) in a hotel room in the Caribbean for the past six weeks, enjoying various interpretations of modern cuisine.

That’s right ladies and gentlemen. Not one, not two, not three, but four! Four slices of Wonderbread, toasted to dryness and smeared with a thin layer of chicken gristle and limp romaine.

You want more?

Ooh la la! Is that an ice cream dessert trying to pass itself off as a bowl of spaghetti? “Vanilla ice cream, grated coconut, and strawberry coulis.” Perfect for tricking those young picky eaters who won’t eat their dessert!

Stay tuned for part deux!

-Paulina