Shauna Eats Sunnyside

Thanksgiving Thanks

Tonight post-T-day in the Jerz, B and I hit up Johnny Walker Green, hard. And Bar 43. But that’s another post…

I’ll spare you the details of our Italian-angled gazillion-course Thanksgiving, as, frankly, it’s all rather played out amongst foodies. Equally as cliché would be a list of things we’re thankful for on this fine celebration of Indigenous Holocaust and false iconization of poultry, but perhaps the drunken rambling will tonight work in mama’s favor…

Giving thanks:

1. Duty free Johnny Walker Green… for getting us through the dark days of winter.
2. Flynn’s Pub, for opening at 6:30am on game days.
3. For El Vagabundo taco truck, except when they’re M.I.A. on a national holiday and we’re craving fuckin carne asada tacos at 1am.
4. Alpha Donut, for that French cruller (and only that French crull).
5. My legs, for never losing their urge to kick recklessly.
6. The New Yorker, for maintaining “high-brow” whilst covering the edgy techno descendant of Johnny Coltrane, Flying Lotus.
7. Our super, for (perhaps) finally taking the hint and lowering our stifling thermostat to a flip-flop manageable 72-degrees. On second thought, nevermind. She’s a tramp.
8. The purveyors of NJ Transit, for gifting us with a hassle-free bus trek this afternoon into the bowels of highway strip-mall central.
9. B is “thankful for having a job and a roof over his head and the money to be able to go out and try out foods in the neighborhood because 90% of the world does not have those things.”
10. Now back to my fun times…
11. Shit. B’s also “thankful for his health and the ability to be active and play soccer when he wants to, because there are people who don’t have use of their legs or the ability to move when they want to.”
12. (Back to me)
13. Ghostface, for shouting out Ted Koppel, Mrs. Dash, Elaine Benes, and Judy Blume. All in one breath.
14. Allen Iverson, for rockin the cajones to stand up to the irrational demands of his new Detroit management… and getting slapped with a game suspension in the process. Gobble gobble, Bubba Chucks!
15. The readers of this site, for entertaining such bad behavior from a tormented writer and local foods enthusiast. I apologize in advance and post de facto.
16. B, for being my muse, eating whatever I put in front of him (even crap cupcakes), and letting me take endless pictures of his face from the nose down.
17. And for the occasional spontaneous jigs.
18. For the ability to laugh and love and enjoy life, day to day, and not suffocate on the disillusionment of consumerism, job competition, or tourist traffic in NYC.
19. For little gems along the way. Like I Love Py. chilena empanada. And B’s French Press skillz. And za’atar bread from El Shater. And Nutella, on baguette.
20. For anyone who can brew a sly iced coffee. Especially if they’re within walking distance.