Mussels with Master and Sylvia PlathPosted: March 21, 2023 Filed under: Entertainment, Master, Neighborhood Anecdotes (NYC) | Tags: BDSM, Belgian, D/s, D/s relationships, dievca, Food, Life, Love, Master, mussels, restaurant, submissive, Sylvia Plath, UES Leave a comment
Master and dievca enjoyed a an evening of mussels at the B. Cafe on the UES.
Mondays are a quiet dining night in NYC, so the experience was low-key and relaxed. The mussels were fresh and well-cooked.
Years ago, a bartender explained to dievca how you can have excellent mussels all year on the East Coast. The mussel are sourced from the Maine on down the Atlantic Coast depending upon the season. Hence, good mussels all year. At the time, dievca was confused because the mussel season in Europe was shorter (as far as she knew).
Let’s honor the joy brought by a messy job with Sylvia Plath:
Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor
Colorists came to get the
Good of the Cape light that scours
Sand grit to sided crystal
And buffs and sleeks the blunt hulls
Of the three fishing smacks beached
On the bank of the river’s
Backtracking tail. I’d come for
Free fish-bait: the blue mussels
Clumped like bulbs at the grassroot
Margin of the tidal pools.
Dawn tide stood dead low. I smelt
Mud stench, shell guts, gulls’ leavings;
Heard a queer crusty scrabble
Cease, and I neared the silenced
Edge of a cratered pool-bed.
The mussels hung dull blue and
Conspicuous, yet it seemed
A sly world’s hinges had swung
Shut against me. All held still.
Though I counted scant seconds,
Enough ages lapsed to win
Confidence of safe-conduct
In the wary other world
Eyeing me. Grass put forth claws,
Small mud knobs, nudged from under,
Displaced their domes as tiny
Knights might doff their casques. The crabs
Inched from their pygmy burrows
And from the trench-dug mud, all Camouflaged in mottled mail
Of browns and greens. Each wore one
Claw swollen to a shield large
As itself—no fiddler’s arm
Grown Gargantuan by trade,
But grown grimly, and grimly
Borne, for a use beyond my
Guessing of it. Sibilant
Mass-motived hordes, they sidled
Out in a converging stream
Toward the pool-mouth, perhaps to
Meet the thin and sluggish thread
Of sea retracing its tide-
Way up the river-basin.
Or to avoid me. They moved
Obliquely with a dry-wet
Sound, with a glittery wisp
And trickle. Could they feel mud
Pleasurable under claws
As I could between bare toes?
That question ended it—I
Stood shut out, for once, for all,
Puzzling the passage of their
Order as I might puzzle
At the clear tail of Halley’s
Comet coolly giving my
Orbit the go-by, made known
By a family name it
Knew nothing of. So the crabs
Went about their business, which
Wasn’t fiddling, and I filled
A big handkerchief with blue
Mussels. From what the crabs saw,
If they could see, I was one
High on the airy thatching
Of the dense grasses I found
The husk of a fiddler-crab,
Intact, strangely strayed above
His world of mud—green color
And innards bleached out blown off
Somewhere by much sun and wind;
There was no telling if he’d
Died recluse of suicide
Or headstrong Columbus crab.
The crab-face, etched and set there,
Grimaced as skulls grimace: it
Had an Oriental look,
A samurai death mask done
On a tiger tooth, less for
Art’s sake than God’s. Far from sea —-
Where red-freckled crab-backs, claws
And whole crabs, dead, their soggy
Bellies pallid and upturned,
Perform their shambling waltzes
On the waves’ dissolving turn
And return, losing themselves
Bit by bit to their friendly
Element—this relic saved
Face, to face the bald-faced sun.
Urban Hawker – NYC (recommended)Posted: November 18, 2022 Filed under: Home and Garden, Neighborhood Anecdotes (NYC) | Tags: Asian, BDSM, D/s, dievca, Food, Life, Love, Midtown, new, NYC, restaurant, soup, Street Food, Urban HAwker Leave a comment
dievca’s been off her game for a couple of days. Allergies into Sinus Infection into Bronchitis. she’s been masking at work and otherwise laying low.
she’s out of Chicken Noodle Soup and she needed to shake off and move a bit, so she rode up to 50th Street between 6th/7th to get a bowl of Ramen at Urban Hawker — early enough so the crowds weren’t in evidence (4:30 pm).
Putting Anthony Bourdain’s dream into reality – Urban Hawker is a food market curated and helmed by KF Seetoh, who is the founder of Makansutra, a company revolving around Asian food culture. Urban Hawker features 17 different vendors, 11 of which are directly from Singapore.
dievca chose a soup (above) from Prawnaholic, a Hokkien-style prawn noodle soup stall.
she had a hard time of choosing because the selection of Asian street food that looks very appetizing is immense. she though the soup would be good for her health and soul.
After following up her dinner with a Matcha Tart, dievca hopped on her bike to follow the 7th Avenue Bike Path home.
Urban Hawker, which boasts a 200 person capacity and a 14,000 square foot space, is located a few blocks away from Times Square in Manhattan at 135 West 50th Street.
1st Dinner inside: Lebanese MezzaPosted: May 26, 2021 Filed under: Home and Garden, Musings, Neighborhood Anecdotes (NYC) | Tags: BDSM, COVID-19, D/s, dievca, dinner, Happiness, Lebanese Food, Life, mental health, NYC, restaurant, vaccine Leave a comment
KIBBEH NAYE BEIRUTIEH
LEBANESE THYME SALAD
KIBBEH BI LABAN
ATAYEF & VEAL BACON
Ilili was ‘hopping’ on a Tuesday Night. The bar, two large rooms and outside dining was full. Look, NYC – like other places, went through a long haul with COVID-19 numbers – NYC locals are ready to GET OUT. It was a beautiful vibe last night, and the amazing work from the Vaccine developers made it happen. A HUGE ‘Thank You’ to them.
(PS. Yes, the economy of NYC is based on tourism, but selfishly – not running into any tourists is a great treat.)
You may not look good, but you feel good! (and something of use)Posted: March 29, 2019 Filed under: Entertainment, Fashion, Neighborhood Anecdotes (NYC) | Tags: BDSM, D/s, dievca, dinner, Food, Hudson Yards, Life, Neiman Marcus, NYC, photo, Presentation Outfits, restaurant, Shopping, submissive 2 Comments
dievca had dinner at the Zodiac Room in Neiman Marcus Hudson Yards. It was a soft opening and the restaurant was empty. There were unlimited Popovers and dievca’s sparkling rosés were filled to the brim. All in all, a lovely evening.
What dievca wore:
She may not have looked good (she thinks she did), but she felt fabulous!
They had Popovers galore — and dievca knows that popovers are not good on the 2nd day, but she took one home to try again… Hmmm, did they give her the strawberry butter? Hah! They did!
On her way out of the store — dievca loved this sweatshirt (left), but it is handmade and $450…
And the Big Apple Le Creuset is cute (right), but it cannot compete with the one that dievca’s friend gave her for her birthday,,,
She has used it like crazy!
Did dievca tell you about her friend packing the Le Creuset dutch oven in her suitcase, coming from Europe and TSA thinking it was a —- well, something of interest. When dievca opened up her gift it was wrapped heavily in TSA tape.
Where was Master? He had friends in from the West Coast and they needed attention.
Not dievca’s worry, Thank goodness… instead she was heavily into the sparkling rosé.