Walking home with Liam today after school, around 5:30. Liam was chatting madly about a new dessert he’s going to invent, “Butterscotch Caramel Kingdom,” which – as near as I can tell – involves dipping butterscotch candy in caramel sauce and mixing each piece into ice cream.
Walking towards us along Irving Place came a Hasidic man with prayer curls and a long beard, wearing the full ensemble: beaver hat, white stockings, round-toed slippers, long black coat. He asked us which way to First Avenue, then continued on his way.
“Wow,” said Liam, dessert thoughts temporarily banished. “He must be French.”