On Chinese New Year's Eve, Apartment 17B merged with Apartment 13F for a tasting of my tarts. No Chinese food yet.

Hazelnut Pistachio Frangipane with Peaches and Blueberry

Fresh Fruit Tart
Chinese New Year, I was conveniently sent to the Southern District court down on Pearl Street and managed to take a "lunch" break exploring Chinatown at its prime. Oh yes, Mott Street was a shit show of confetti, red firecrackers, and gangster teeny-boppers crowding Fay Da Bakery and Ten Ren. My bad for interrupting their daily hang out. Never been a fan of crowds, but they couldn't deter me today. I scored myself a nice package of roasted duck and bbq pork for dinner tonight. Win.

Oh Mott Street!

I spotted the cutest girl.

She was shy when I stuck my camera in her face.

Red everywhere.

Flaky egg custard from Tai Pan Bakery that I inhaled on the subway. Crumbs covered all corners of my mouth. I looked plain silly.

This is why I love New York subways.

A plate of bbq pork, roasted duck, and turnip cake devoured by roommate and I.
Happy Chinese New Year.