Food Trucks

Food trucks. They're all the rage these days, no?

Lucky for me, there is a spot reserved speficially for food trucks right outside the building where I work. The other day I decided it was high time I check it out, and boy am I glad I did!



This colorful little vehicle de cuisine was blasting some great raggae/island music and has an impressive menu of sea food themed dishes. As I scanned my eyes down the menu, I suddenly saw:




It was like that scene in the movie where the record stops abruptly and everyone at the party whips their heads around to stare. Spiedies. Spiedies?!

For those who need a refresher, I'll direct you here.

The minute I got up to the window I asked the man where he was from. He grew up in Binghamton! The people in line behind me laughed out loud as I yelped out an emphatic, "ME TOO!" We chit-chatted a bit. He told me he was thinking of making just a spiedie truck. A whole TRUCK that serves ONLY spiedies. Helloooo?!


Delicious! A little taste of home right here in the heart of Boston. He souped them up a little bit by adding a cucumber and red onion relish on top of the spiedies. Honestly, as good as it was, I could have done without it. There's nothing better than the plain, old fashioned original.

I also went back the next day for the fish & chips (to die for!) and a lemonade. YUMMO.



Any great food trucks in your area that you'd recommend?

Hiatus

Hallooo!

I've been gone a long time. I'm sorry. If you read my blog, then you know that sometimes I do that. I disappear for a little while. It doesn't meant I don't love you anymore. It just means that I'm staying true to the one guideline I gave myself when I started the blog:

"Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you,
say what you've got to say, and say it hot."

I have had a kind of crazy couple months. I haven't felt moved to write and share the inner workings of my brain lately. And I know that would definitely come across in my writing. I don't want to bore you with half-hearted posts. You deserve better than that.

So, for anyone out there who may be waiting with baited breath for my next post, I'm back. It's so nice to see you again.

Domenica

Reality TV and a Bonfire

If you know me at all you know how much I love TV. Love it. Especially reality shows. God, I seriously cannot get enough.

Lucky for me, Hannah shares the same obsession. While I was in Wales she introduced me to an AMAZING British reality show called The Only Way Is Essex. I may have become obsessed. I maybe may have made the theme song my ring tone. NBD. The show is a look into the lives of a group of shallow, spoiled, and altogether idiotic 20-somethings living in Essex, England. In other words, reality TV gold.

And while Hannah's Welsh friends didn't think too much of TOWIE (that's what us cool kids call it), they were so intrigued by American reality television. This led to me watching all three seasons of Laguna Beach while I was in Wales.

Yes, you read that correctly. Laguna Beach.

I'll be honest, I never actually watched Laguna Beach while it was on. I didn't even start watching The Hills until the last couple seasons. It was hilarious to watch the kids on the show, mostly because I'm the exact same age as them, and their high school experience couldn't have been more different than mine.

This led to a probing interview by Hannah's friend Sarah, a Welsh girl who can't get enough of American reality TV (a girl after my own heart!), about what American high schools are really like. The most important question she had was whether or not we had as many beach bonfires as the crew of Laguna Beach.

Considering I grew up in upstate New York, I found this question to be hilarious.

Nope. No beach bonfires for me.

But since we were in Swansea, and since Hannah lives on the beach, we decided to have a Laguna style beach bonfire of our own. We roasted hot dogs and made s'mores - a completely alien concept to my new Welsh friends! - and huddled around the fire until it burned down to nothing.

Swansea Beach

Swansea Conservatory

Bonfire!

It was fun. Freezing, but fun. But honestly? I'd rather be applying lip gloss at the Sugar Hut with Amy and the rest of TOWIE.

Bath and Jane Austen

While I was in Wales, I hopped over to England for a day to take a trip to Bath.

I've never been to England before, so I was super excited to make my first trip there. Bath is an absolutely gorgeous city, actually an ancient city, founded by the Romans and gets its name from the Roman Baths in the center of the city. You can read about them here.

This is a wishing well inside the Roman Baths. So pretty, right? The well is actually like 10 meters deep and look how full it is with coins! Maybe I'm exaggerating...maybe it's only 3, but still! So many wishes!

While I'm a huge history nerd, I'm even more of an English major nerd. Have you ever heard the term "Janeite?" A lovely term used to describe only the most hardcore Jane Austen fans. After my trip to Bath, I think I've joined the ranks!

Here I am standing outside The Jane Austen Centre. Jane visited Bath many times throughout her life and actually there for about five years. The Jane Austen Centre is dedicated to telling the story of her time there. Apparently Jane's intimate knowledge of the city is reflected in Northanger Abbey and Persuasion, two Austen novels I've yet to read - eeks!


After tea and sandwiches and forcing myself to walk away from the gift shop and not spend every penny I had there, I spent the rest of the day walking around Bath, visiting museums, and taking ohhhh, 300 photos. Take a look!

The Royal Crescent.

The AMAZING fashion museum.

Pulteney Bridge over the River Avon

Cheerio!

Lovespoons

I love a good tradition.
And, since I'm a big fat hopeless romantic, a romantic tradition is all the better.
In Wales they have a lovely tradition called Lovespoons.

Hannah I took a walk - a very long walk - to Mumbles and while we were there we visited The Lovespoon Gallery. A store that sells and celebrates the tradition of the Welsh Lovespoon.
Each lovespoon in the gallery is hand carved by a highly skilled craftsman, most from a single piece of wood. It was absolutely amazing how intricate some of them were!


The history of the lovespoon dates back to the mid 15th century, or at least that's when the earliest known lovespoon dates back to. They were carved by soldiers and sailors for their sweethearts while they were away, by men for the women they intended to marry. Here's an excerpt from the pamphlet I received from the Lovespoon Gallery:

"The giving of a lovespoon by a suitor and its acceptance or refusal by the lady of his choice developed into a ritual of betrothal or rejection amongst the country people of Wales. The custom died out in the nineteenth century...but the popularity of lovespoons has enjoyed a resurgence in recent years."

The designs on the lovespoons all have different meanings. For example a heart symbolizes love, while a lock and key symbolizes home and security. Balls carved into the wood represent the number of children you wish to have and a knot demonstrates everlasting love and togetherness.

Of course I had to buy one!
What do you think?
Lovely.
Now I just need someone to give it to!

Welshcakes

Before I left for my Welsh Odyssey, I obviously did some reading up on places to go, things I should see and do, the local culture and, my favorite, the cuisine. Wales doesn't really have any kind of particular cuisine that it's known for, but it does have one little, adorably delicious treat that I stopped and bought every chance I had.

Welshcakes!

They are funny little cakes, baked on a griddle like a pancake but very dense almost like a cookie. They have raisins or currants in them, as well as spices like cinnamon or nutmeg, and are dusted with sugar the second they come off the bakestone.

Absolutely delicious.

I got these adorable heart shaped Welshcakes from a little shop in Cardiff Bay called Fabulous Welshcakes.

Fabulous Welshcakes in Cardiff Bay

I've been scouring the internet for recipes and I'm definitely going to make some Welshcakes of my own, so stay tuned!

Castell Caerdydd

One of the things I was most excited about seeing in Wales a castle. Here in the states the oldest homes we have are only about 200 years old, maybe 300 for the earliest settlements. And while I love doing things like touring old Southern Plantations, they just do not hold the history and the allure of a castle.

A fucking CASTLE.

I don't know why, but it blows my mind. And the best part was I actually ended up getting to see three of them! Swansea castle is located in the heart of Swansea, but it's really just the ruins of the castle that once stood there. Oystermouth Castle is located in Mumbles, but I only got to see it from a distance because it's closed for repairs and renovations. But Cardiff Castle - Castell Caerdydd in Welsh - did not let me down!

Walking up St. Mary's Street you can see the castle in the distance. The road is lined with Welsh flags, which have dragons on them. How badass is that?

From outside the castle walls

Because I'm a total nerd, I listened to my audio guide as I explored every nook and cranny of the castle grounds. I learned quite a bit. For example, the castle started as a Roman fort around 55 AD and eventually the Normans built the keep (pictured above) at the end of the 11th century.

In the 17th century, the castle was acquired by the Bute family, one of the wealthiest and well known families in Cardiff and all of Wales. They built this Gothic inspired Victorian mansion in the 1860s.

A prayer room inside the mansion.

Inside looking out.

A sculpture commemorating all the unknown Welsh warriors and soldiers throughout the ages.

Inside the keep.

The stairs leading up to the very top of the keep.

Oh hey, tourist!

Walking inside the battlements.

The castle was donated to the city of Cardiff in 1947 and has been a working museum and attraction since then. Apparently they have concerts - Green Day played in 2002! - and every year Cardiff University holds their summer ball there. Just to put that into perspective for you, Northeastern's annual formal dance is held at the Marriott in Copley Square. Not. Fair.

In conclusion, I would just like to state for the record that I would live here, inside this castle, if I could. Thank you.