I’m finally meeting my friend Debbie‘s baby Ben. I couldn’t show up empty-handed, right?
When my friend Candace visited me a few weeks ago, we rambled all over the part of Brooklyn where I life. One of our stops was In God We Trust, a boutique on a quieter block of Bedford Avenue.
We browsed and tried on sunglasses.
Then I noticed these roughly engraved pendants. Look closely.
I won’t be buying one of these R rated charms for my mother. But for one of my smart ass friends? Perhaps. How about you?
Mast Brothers is specialty chocolatier in my neighborhood. When I walk by the shop on my way to my favorite coffee shop, it’s hard not to stop in. They make the bars and other products right here on N 3rd Street and the smells that seep out are tantalizing.
But for me, the chocolate speaks for itself. Bars like sea salt and Stumptown coffee are my favorite Brooklyn gifts to give.
Take note: the serrano chile bar is just as spicy as promised!
I got a package today. It was from my mother.
Imagine my surprise: a sad trio of granny panties. Continue reading
We can’t be friends
This is a real care package sent to me by my mother: socks, a bangle, chocolates from Scranton’s finest.
Best caption left in the comments wins a prize.
Yes, a real prize. Continental US shipping only, yo.