Uncharted territory in Brooklyn is always tough. In my experience, I’ve only gone to the “nice” parts of the borough so it was quite an experience to get out of the L on Morgan Ave. in pretty much as what Eric described as the ghetto. Okay, so there wasn’t anyone there. No gangsters. But the walls were filled with graffiti. Warehouses, abandoned houses, and commercial buildings surrounded the area. No cute stores or restaurants. What really disturbed me the most was probably the fact that there was no one around. A few cars here and there, but Claudia, Eric, and I ran into anyone the whole two blocks we walked…
We had an epic feast this past Sunday at our dorm. Everyone was required to bring something, preferably to cook. I ended up making a dessert: cinnamon apple puff pastry with creme anglaise – a recipe that I learned last year in my culinary elective! I did not think it would take so long to cook, but when cooking for about a dozen people, it ends up taking a while. The creme anglaise I made on Saturday, which took about two hours to make two batches. The puff pastry took a while to make since I had to bake a dozen. With prep and cooking time, it took three hours.…
A couple of days late, but I wanted to post all my pictures in chronological order. On Halloween, Tasha, Anne, Claudia, and I made a brave attempt to go to the Halloween Parade downtown. We left the dorms after the parade started, around seven, which turned out to be a bad idea. If we truly wanted to get good spots, we should have gotten there hours earlier. The place was a mob scene. At one point, the crowd we were in were packed in so tight that I could not move at all. I was literally sandwiched between people I did not know. It was insane.