This is the Story of the Hurricane: #Sandysnacks
The hurricane decimated millions of homes and businesses and left lower Manhattan without power for nearly a week. Up until this point, I had never witnessed a disaster of this severity and scale.
But for some reason, I am here post-Sandy, thinking of the positives. I am reminiscing about the sense of community the hurricane fostered among residents of the city; I am thinking of the time I spent with my friends, huddled by candlelight, strumming guitar and singing Jeff Buckley’s rendition of Hallelujah; I am thinking of the beautiful homemade dinners I shared throughout the week with people I love and fellow displaced Manhattanites.
After days of nomadness, eating meal after meal at bodegas and cafes, there was homemade brown rice bowls brimming with with miso-marinated tofu, roasted kabocha squash, eggplant, beets, black eyed peas, kale and beet greens. We stumbled upon a tortilla factory on Grand Street in Bushwick where we bought tortillas and took pictures of the hardworking employees. That night, we invited everyone we knew who lived and was staying in the neighborhood to come feast on corn and zucchini enchiladas made with the tortillas we bought earlier that day.
Yes, the hurricane forced me out of my power-less, heat-less home for a week and made me live a semi-nomadic lifestyle in Bushwick, Brooklyn. But the hurricane also brought me back to that which I love most in life: cooking, music, and intimate shared experiences with friends. Mark my words, there will be commemorative Sandy reunion dinners.
*A very special thanks to my sous chef for the week, Madelyn Somers.