The Hamptons and Empire Food
So yesterday was a big day. We started off the day with breakfast by Aaron — complete with a star fruit garnish. I know that star fruit isn’t all that exotic in America nowadays, but I have never been able to find one in SD. So, Tanya got one for me here in Long Island. She even bought extra-pulpy orange juice for me.
Doesn’t that breakfast look yummy? It was.
Well by the time I had slept in late, showered and eaten breakfast it was time for us to go. Aaron and Tanya took me to Montauk. I’m not too keen on geography, but I know it was the most southern part of the island.
On the way there we stopped at a farmer’s market to buy pie (we chose raspberry peach in case you were wondering). And they had figs. Yet another fruit that I have never had. And actually another thing that (because I had never seen it in SD) I thought didn’t grow in America! The people at the Food Network would be so proud of me for all the things I’ve been eating on this trip.
So I had my first fig (the first one that wasn’t in a Newton that is). I am now officially a fig fan. I love how the little seeds pop when you bite them and I love the textures in my mouth. I even love the colors of the fig — bright green and white and light yellow and pink and brown. So pretty. The whole fresh fig experience was great.
The entire drive to Montauk was beautiful and so far all the parts of Long Island that I have seen are incredibly picturesque. Lots of trees, cottage-type houses and narrow roads that remind me of the alleys back home. I don’t know how Tanya and Aaron don’t have a heart attack when they have to pass someone on these silly, skinny roads.
I suppose it helps that there are no curbs so they can pull over into people’s yards if they have to. Everything is lush and overgrown. (Which is beautiful to look at, but I don’t think I would want it in my front yard.) It’s like my ideas of cottages from fairy tales from my childhood. (I’ll have to get some pictures of that posted tomorrow.)
So, back to the trip — we took the “scenic route” down to Montauk (but the scenery is all pretty). Some of the leaves have started to change, but in general the whole place is green and jungle-like. Tanya told me that the way you know you’re in the Hamptons is that the hedges get bigger and more manicured. And I definitely saw the hedge progression while we were driving.
So I guess you can’t really see “The Hamptons” unless someone invites you behind the privacy fences.
So, we made it to “the point” at Montauk and, of course, it was beautiful. There was a lighthouse and there were surfers and there was the OCEAN.
I had to touch the Atlantic even if we didn’t have time to swim (not that I wanted to swim — I much prefer wading). Of course, I fell in a little. I was walking along the lovely dry rocks — being very careful — and then I hit a wet one. But it wasn’t just wet, it was wet and slimy. And then gravity did it’s work.
My right foot was wet the rest of the trip (and my longest toe has been sore today — I think I bonked it). Up to the ankle. I actually had to ring out my pants. I guess I got to go wading after all.
On the way home we stopped at a clam shack. I had some New England Clam Chowder and I was in New England! (I know, I’m a nerd. you don’t have to tell me.) I also took the advice of the girl at the shack and got a lobster roll that I shared with Tanya. It was good, but I prefer them hot with lemon and butter (and maybe garlic).
We also had clam strips — which were lovely. But I think I like the chowder version of clams better. The clam shack was pretty cool. Open air and
So then it was time to come home. The ride home was lovely. We took the LIE home and it was much faster — I didn’t think it was less scenic though.
Nara was tired of being in her car seat and she started crying. So we stopped a couple of times so that she could get a bite to eat (a ‘la Tanya). And luckily for me, one of the places we stopped was a McDonald’s. I needed a DP in the worst way (caffeine headache).
Nara still wasn’t happy despite getting some good eats and a few diaper changes, so Tanya started singing to her and that really seemed to do the trick. So daddy popped in Patsy Cline and we serenaded the baby the rest of the way home.
Okay, Tanya serenaded her. I can’t sing Patsy Cline. I’m a soprano. I can’t make sounds come out of my throat that are that low.
I ended the day in much the same way that I started it — with a new fruit. I had to get an Empire Apple while in the Empire State. It was lovely. Very crunchy and kind of grassy.