A person’s first visit to New York City should be everything they’ve heard about, watched on TV, read in books and dreamed of: the Statue of Liberty, Bronx Zoo, Empire State Building, Central Park, Donald Trump. But for my almost 7-year old, he insisted that the inaugural visit would have to revolve around sugar and pizza, and who was I to argue with him?
The family trek to NYC was a spontaneous one, a week prior we’d scored a trip for all of us to attend Kelly Ripa’s Kelly Confidential‘s ice cream party co-hosted by the Emperor of Ice Cream and Electrolux. ohhellyeah.
I consulted candy expert Nathan on the rest of our itinerary, I had made him play hooky from preschool last year to accompany me to NYC for the CBS Early Show taping. Nathan suggested we hit all the major candy store all in one day. The first day. So that we could just focus on gorging the rest of the week lounging in our hotel room watching cartoons.
We did our best.
Our first stop: three levels of sugar-high-heaven.
Where else can you find Gummy Teeth….
Gummy Chicken Feet….(rubbery….tastes like…uh…gummy teeth)
They tried their hardest to scratch out the candy embedded in the stairs. And if you’re wondering why I dress them alike, it’s because in a sea of short people (myself included), it’s easier to keep track of ONE outfit (i.e. neon green with non-matching blue/white swim shorts and ugly blue crocs) than to try to scan and pick out which of the crazy, screamy, bouncy kids was mine.
How could you not want to jump into a bathtub full of gumballs? Of course, there was a sign “no touching gumballs,” but who the heck reads signs anyways? Especially not my hyper kids. The store clerk almost had a sh*tfit when my kids came by and ignored the sign.
I came *this* close to being forced to buy the entire tub.
Though, if I owned the candy store, I’d just call the gumball bathtub a good marketing tool and just let the kids get in, without worrying about what kind of gross person would even PURCHASE gumballs that came out of a bathtub.
Then on to the M&M store where we tried to sneak off with just one M&M.
Conveniently across the street was the Hershey’s store, which personally I thought was a dud. So did Andrew, because we walked out of there empty handed, having not found a single thing worth buying that we couldn’t get at a supermarket.
I love these celebrity press events, they certainly treat us little bloggers really well, and know exactly how to woo the children – starting with being picked up in a nice car….
…being entertained by a balloon contortionist.
Though, what was THIS that he made for Andrew? A hot dog hat?
I think this was a space gun, but I’m not sure?
I try my hardest never to compare my kids’ abilities or talents with others. While I know I have a competitive spirit, I try not to let it get too intense or get in the way of a healthy relationship with my boys. Generally, I keep my competitiveness at check, as long as my kids are the cutest creatures in the room. kidding.
But this had me.
Give Nathan crayons and he draws beautiful abstract art.
I look across the table and this is some other kid’s art.
With a broken crayon even.
But before I could Google “children’s art classes” – we were ushered into the next room where the Emperor of Ice Cream and Kelly Ripa awaited.
The first thing Kelly said to Nathan was “Sweetheart! Your balloons match your shirt!”
And they became instant friends gabbing on about fashion and the importance of matching accessories.
I have no idea what Andrew said to Kelly.
Oh hello, heels!
I could wear those too, as long as I had 4-legged cane like gramps in Up Movie.
While the event catered to the kids, there was a little eye candy for the moms – the ice cream scooper boys.
Why’d I stand next to the skinny girl?
Nathan has a future in entertainment for sure….
After the event was near the end, walked over to Kelly and flirted with the cameras rolling.
And then autographed our cookbook and gifted a copy to his new girlfriend.
I just noticed that they’re just all about the same width….Nathan, Kelly and my cookbook.
Somehow in the 5 minutes I turned my back, Andrew conned the balloon guy to make him an escape ship and Nathan turned into a tiger.
Just when I thought we were in the clear for sugar events, I remembered I was co-hosting a party with the famous chocolatier, the one and only, Jacques Torres.
I invited a bunch of my favorite NYC food blogger friends (and some new friends too!) to party with champagne and chocolate.
Bloggers included: No Recipes, FoodCurated, VendrTV, Cupcakes Take the Cake, NYCMama, Three Many Cooks, IvoryHut, Jessica Rendazza, Food Mayhem, Homesick Texan, Fearless Cooking, Garden Fork TV, YumSugar, In Jennie’s Kitchen, My Kugelhopf, Eater, Culinary Media Network, CNN Eatocracy and new friends Annette and Janet (I know I’m forgetting some)
So that concluded our sugar tour of NYC. By the end of the week, Scott and I were worn out. The kids, on the other hand, were just getting their 18th wind.