Sunday Sessions

The Hunt for Mr. Softee

For weeks, a Mr. Softee ice cream truck has stalked my neighborhood. From about 10 AM until 9 PM every weekend the incessant sounds of “Pop Goes the Weasel” have invaded my ear drums. And the thing is, Mr. Softee is wanted here. The park across the street is like our town square—the neighborhood children and their parents spend their entire Saturday there—and Mr. Softee is like the mayor.

So yesterday, after loving and loathing the Mr. Softee truck from afar for so long, I decided today is the day I would have an ice cream. We go outside, our ears perked for the now familiar noise, and…nothing. Mr. Softee was no where to be found. We walked ten blocks to the other corner Mr. Softee is known to frequent and still, nothing. We finally decide to settle for a Dominican fruit ice (a delightful sorbet) and begin the trek back home, our faces and fingers sticky with mango flavors.

As we round the corner to our apartment, we wonder…is that…could that be the faint tinkle of the Mr. Softee truck? I powerwalk ahead (because I am a GD adult) and there it is, the off-brand Mr. Softee, in all of its summertime glory.

He gets chocolate/vanilla twist, I get a chocolate dipped vanilla cone. We stand at the edge of the park, giggling, and trying to recover as much ice cream as we can before it melts.

To Read

Were you a woman into literature as a teen? You will never feel more seen.

I don’t generally care what men think about #MeToo, but their responses to this survey often demonstrate a lack of empathy—and more importantly, self-control.

6 things you’re recycling incorrectly.

Taking a flight? They’ll have a story waiting for you when you land.

There are so many interesting women lost to a history mostly owned by men. Get to know Natacha Rambova.

If you don’t listen to podcasts, you probably have no idea who the mysterious Breakmaster Cylinder is, right? But if you do listen to podcasts, this is a really cool interview with my favorite gender fluid, anonymous music maker.

To Watch

I saw The Seagull and have decided Annette Bening can do no wrong. Molly’s Game was also surprisingly good.

To Listen

I listen to music one song at a time, which is to say, I find a song I like and play it on repeat until I hate it. Right now that song is Friends by Francis and the Lights (ignore that it happens to briefly feature Kanye).

My buddy Grace had a great disco show at Radio Free Brooklyn for awhile. The archives are still up so you can boogie on down forever.

I’m enjoying the quick 15-minute food stories from Meat and Three.

Did you know Stevie Nicks covered Dave Matthew’s “Crash Into Me”? Would you be surprised if I told you it’s so much better than the original?

To Eat

I’ve been working on overcoming my introverted tendencies by inviting people over for dinner, and first up are our neighbors. My usual go-to for family style dinners is a vegetarian mashup of this insanely good mushroom ragu and the classic Marcella Hazan sauce (and which I will now forever be serving with bronze-cut pasta), but I started thinking it felt a little heavy for an early summer meal.

Over on Facebook, I asked my friends about the meals they make when company comes to visit. The thread, I must admit, turned into a bit of a magical place. Here’s what they recommended:

Meat-based

Zuni Cafe’s Roasted Chicken + Bread Salad

Roasted Pork Shoulder

How To Put Together A Great Cheese Plate At A Regular Supermarket

Here’s How To Make A Perfect Cheese Plate And Look Like You’re Fancy AF

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