Personally, I think margarine is absolutely disgusting, a combination of highly processed oils that makes your body feel not great, to say the least. Apparently, long ago (to promote the dairy industry) it was LAW that margarine must be dyed pink to distinguish it from its real and more expensive cousin, butter (look it up. I am not kidding). The idea behind this was, law makers thought the public would find the color pink so unappetizing, that people would choose to buy butter instead of its' pink counterpart. Thus more cows would be milked, more butter would be made, and there would be more money for dairy farmers across America. I have no idea if this pink logic worked...as I have yet to find any accounts of dairy farmers getting rich from- pink margarine.
This botched history account, is all to say that I have recently taken a year off college, moved to NYC to do a yoga teacher certification and I FEEL LIKE PINK MARGARINE. I do not wear black. I do not know that the L train runs east to west instead of north to south (well that's a lie, I do now). And I am completely not used to NOT leaving my keys in the door. I do not feel like a new yorker.
This blog is about my adventures in NYC - probably mostly about what I am eating and cooking since I do a lot of that sorta-thing, and weird things I see on the subway (I spend a lot of time on the subway). I am dedicating this blog to my family who are constantly worrying if I am alive in my new concrete landscape. I hope by writing this blog I begin to feel more buttery and less margarine-y.
Love,
yours truly
soon-to-be-butter
