Secret Playground

My mission each weekend to keep O entertained in a new exciting way has really led me to slightly overboard.  On Saturday, Auntie R and Jeaniebean came over in full force to see O in her full post-hospital glory.  O played up to her audience and was super cute. I mean, super cute.  She laughed and ran, and told them all what to do. Then I made a super brunch.  The normal buttermilk pancakes, with no sugar in them (from epicurious.com):

  • 1 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 large egg, lightly beaten
  • 1 cup well-shaken buttermilk
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • Vegetable oil for brushing griddle

I don’t think you really need the instructions for this one, do you?? Mix all together, and scoop on pan. Flip when it bubbles and viola..

I also made an awesome banana syrup (also from Epicurious.com):

  • 3 large bananas, peeled, divided
  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, melted, divided
  • 3/4 cup (packed) golden brown sugar, divided
  • 1/4 cup water
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • Cut 2 bananas into 1/4-inch-thick rounds. Combine 1/4 cup melted butter, 1/2 cup light brown sugar, and 1/4 cup water in heavy large skillet. Boil over medium-high heat until mixture thickens slightly, about 2 minutes. Stir in vanilla extract and sliced bananas. Keep on medium heat until the bananas become mushy, and the syrup thickens. Remove syrup from heat.

    It was yummy! And since the pancakes were not sweet at all, the banana syrup added just enough sweetness to satisfy the need for sugar. (These are two different recipes online.)

    O of course refused to try the banana syrup, even though she is on a banana kick.  But she did eat like 5 pancakes.

    Then the next day, we met a friend for brunch in the West Village.  In the middle of the table was a candle. As soon as O saw it, she started singing happy birthday, and proceeded to blow out the candle.  It was a happy coincidence that it was the friend’s birthday.  A waiter walked by and replaced our candle with a lit one. O, didn’t miss a beat, and sand happy birthday again and blew out the candle.  5 minutes later, a waiter asks if he should light the candle. Oh no. We’ll be singing happy birthday the whole meal.  The food was lovely, but O only had 4 pieces of bread with butter.  Yes, that’s all.

    Afterwards, the weather was a little weird. Cloudy, but not too cold. So we went in search of a playground.  As we were walking towards Washington Square park, I spotted the maple leaf logo of the New York City Parks. And there through a archway, reminiscent of small Spanish or French medieval village, was a very private but open to the public park. When we first arrived, there were only 3 other kids there, who quickly left. I think they could tell that O was not born and raised in the West Village… But then more people came. And by more, I mean at the most there were 6 kids in total in the whole area. O was running around like crazy. She even made a friend with this boy, a little older than her, and they were both running around the playground.  They were both pretending that monsters were chasing them.  O took a pretty bad tumble after going full speed down the winding slide.  O has been going down these for ages. There was a little boy, whose parents didn’t let him go down the slide by himself. The mom said, it’s dangerous. Right after she said this, O slid down by herself as a full swish of mismatched pink (and tutu included).

    This will definitely become a favorite spot after weekend brunch in the West Village.

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    About RidgewoodMom

    Thirtysomething mom of a baby girl. First and only baby, possibly. First baby amongst my close friends. These are the trials, frustrations and lessons I have learned in raising a single child in New York.
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