Forty Days in Brooklyn - Day 18

Today, after my work search stuff, I caught up on a couple days of diary writing that I’d fallen behind on. And I cooked a couple of the recipes that are on my diet for the day.  The spaghetti squash turned out great, but the meatballs didn’t work out so well.  I made them small, so they were more like mini-meatballs but apparently, I didn’t reduce the cooking time enough. They burned on the bottom and were so dry and hard they should be called meatrocks.  Right now, I’m trying to stew them in a tomato sauce-chicken broth mix to see if they can be saved. But I have my doubts.

My sad meatballs

My cousin Eric from Baltimore came to see me today! He got a cheap fare on the Megabus which sounds like a great way to go. Free wifi the whole way, the trip only takes three hours and it’s $65 round trip. I met him in Manhattan at 7^th Av & 28^th St, then we caught the subway back to the apartment in Brooklyn, rested a while and then headed out to explore the city.

Cousin Eric

We walked down Vanderbilt Ave and stopped at a place called the Tin Kettle to enjoy the house libation, the Tin Kettle lager. Yummy, but not on my diet.  Then we walked past the Barclays center and came back up Flatbush, then stopped at Morgan’s BBQ to people-watch on the patio and enjoy $5 beers and $2 tacos—we split one of each: pulled pork, pork belly and beef—all of which were excellent, and definitely NOT on my diet.

Yay beer!

Tasty tacos here folks!

A short while later, we walked across the street to Taro Sushi where we had dinner—edamame, fatty tuna and semi-fatty tuna, salmon and a couple rolls. I skipped most of the rice, but had a little rice wine. So essentially, my diet was totally blown to hell. And I was a little bit tipsy.

It's so cool, it doesn't need a sign in English.

However, we weren’t done yet.  We stopped by a couple stores on the way back to the apartment to get the provisions we needed to make ginger beer, which Eric has done before.  We started boiling it when I suddenly realized I needed to go to bed. I think maybe it was ten o’clock.  Another good day done.

The beginnings of ginger beer.