fuel for 2013

fuel band

Last night we did the unthinkable. Twice.

First: without knowing it, we gave each other the same Chanukkah/Christmas present. A Nike FuelBand!

Then, shit got real: we got on the scale — in front of each other. Weigh and shame.

And while I won’t mention the results, I will share our goals. Before B’s book party — first or second week in May — I want to lose 7 pounds and he wants to lose 35.

Let the countdown begin: T-minus 4 months.

Have any advice / tips / tricks / recipes? Send ’em along — we can use all the help we can get.

shun lee virgins

shun lee

In my notes folder on my iPhone, I have list of restaurants that I want to try. There are about 20 on there — some old, some new — but Shun Lee has probably been on there the longest. Since B and I were going to see Ray LaMontagne that night at Carnegie Hall for our 14-month anniversary, we figured why not make an Upper West Side night of it. (I hope you’re not asking yourself who Ray LaMontagne is right now. Or if we celebrate each month’s anniversary.)

I still can’t believe we hadn’t been there before. It’s a New York Institution, and for good reason. The number one being: their famous Grand Marnier shrimp, which I MUST learn how to make. It is delightful — soft and sweet — served with walnuts, which give it that perfect crunch.