Cherry blossoms are what herald spring for me. When I was v. little, we had a cherry blossom tree in our front yard in Hazlet, New Jersey. I loved to sit under it and watch the blossoms in the tree. Eventually, it would rain tiny soft pink petals, covering our lawn. Princeton has streets lined with cherry blossoms, it was always the best part about driving home from my dumb corporate job. It made me feel like I could breathe.
Jow and I had never really spent the day together in Princeton before. Despite having very little conception of what was there, he immediately asked if we could go to Labyrinth bookstore. He spotted it immediately as we drove into town, despite generally having the directional sense of our house cat. ;p It’s a great bookstore, a perfect cross between indie and scholarly.
In New Jersey, you could swing our fat cat Max and hit a good Italian bakery very easily, but French bakeries are harder to come across. We had heard good things about Little Chef Pastry Shop but in true French fashion they were randomly closed that day for no real reason. We decided to share a muffin from Olives, a former corporate life favorite instead. We went to The Whole Earth Center for spinach feta pie and found chicken pho base that our local stopped carrying and a supplement that Jow was almost out of, both by surprise. We then continued on our sugar rush to The Bent Spoon and shared Sicilian Blood Orange Sorbet and Dark Chocolate Orange ice cream and tried some delish carrot cake ice cream with creamy ricotta in it. We decided to stop at Carter & Cavero to sample some olive oils. Chefs on television are always raving about the differences in quality in olive oil and I always thought it was overblown until I tried some of the white truffle oil. Oooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmg. Amazeballs. Equally amazeballs was the balsamic dark chocolate vinegar.
Spring has sprung!