I Heart NYC...

Bear with me. I am seven months pregnant. I found myself looking up the websites to some favorites of ours in New York City. Won't you indulge with me?

Desserts. In general. Desserts. Delicous, divine, delectable desserts. Yum. Banana cream pie. Strawberry rhubarb pie. Once, I had blueberry pie with vanilla ice cream. It was the best blueberry pie I've ever had. Clinton Street Bakery killed me because it is just down the street from one of our favorite sushi places that we'd go to because you can bring your own wine and there's no corking fee. After eating more sushi than you can imagine, we had to walk by the Bakery to get back to the subway. The couple of times that we indulged ourselves, we wished we hadn't. I literally thought I was going to explode. But I didn't. And that's what counts.

Then, there's cupcakes. Everyone always talks about Magnolia's Bakery for cupcakes, but I always thought they were a little dry and the frosting was too thick and sweet for me. But these? Yes, please. My favorite is the Snickerdoodle. When we were living in the City, my BFF, Katrina, was really good at organizing Crumbs stops. We would actually plan on where to go to dinner, based on if there was a Crumbs within a few blocks of the restaurant. Like I've said before, she is pregnant, like me, but expecting two little bugaboos, so I can only expect that her Crumbs need is twice as great as mine. My suspicion is that if we were still living in NYC, Katrina and I would be horribly influencing each other and gaining way more pregnancy weight than we should.

We'll stick to just sweets for now. Because that is what I'm craving. Okay, so you can go for a nice walk across the Brooklyn Bridge and on the Brooklyn side, there's this place. It's just good ice cream, I'm telling you!

And then, there's creme brulee, which you can get just about anywhere. The night we got engaged, we went to Bar Americain for dinner before we went to see Wicked. I think I got pork chops. I know we got creme brulee for dessert. However, when we had it, it wasn't pistachio creme brulee because if it had been, Huzz would've probably stopped breathing and we wouldn't have made it to Wicked.

That's about all I can think of for sweets. I'm typically not the biggest sweet eater, and neither is Huzz. Unless it's Key Lime Pie. Then, he'll order it, just to order it because he loves it oh so dearly.

Did you enjoy this sweet walk to a few places in NYC? No? Now, you're just angry with me for helping you crave something fattening?

You're welcome.