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It's Not Uzbekistan, but It's Tasty. Now, Pass the Horseradish.
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3:13 a.m. After cabbing to Abby and Christian's Brooklyn Heights neighborhood, we walk the dog, brush our teeth and rehash the day. I drift off to sleep with the opera's coda in my head.
11:54 a.m. Christian makes the coffee, I set the table and Abby passes around the basket of fresh bagels and cream cheese she bought at a bagel shop around the corner on Montague Street. I scarf it all down. I can't believe I'm hungry again.
Epilogue
Sunday, 1:32 p.m. Back at Alleva Dairy, I finally snag a $1.75 rice ball: a baseball-size concoction of cooked rice, tomato sauce, mozzarella cheese, ham and peas, breaded and fried. Delicious.
-- Christina Talcott
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