
The Lemon Ice King of Corona
The Lemon Ice King of Corona is a New York legend. I don’t know when I first heard about it but it was probably a good 15 or so years ago, maybe making one of the Best Of lists in either the New York Press or the Village Voice. It was always on my list of places to visit one day. But I lived in Manhattan and Corona, Queens seemed like a world away.

Well now I’ve found myself living walking distance from the place, having recently moved back to New York City for the summer/indefinite future. I’m still getting settled and hadn’t made plans for the holiday, so I figured I should at least get out of the house and take a nice walk, and why not get an ice while I’m at it?

The sign above the door says 25 flavors, but these days they’re up to 35+. Of course I had to try the lemon which of course was great although I have to say with having cut back on my sugar intake lately, I found it pretty sickly sweet (but that’s a compliment). I asked what the second most popular was — peanut butter. Peanut butter ice? Now there’s no bigger fan of peanut butter in the world than me, but peanut butter and ice? I was skeptical. But I gave it a try and loved it. Real chunks of peanuts even.



To me, this place is everything that I love about New York City. There’s a little attitude (note the rules on their sign), but they’re customer service oriented and friendly too. It’s a specialty food place located where it wants to be, because they know New Yorkers love food and will travel anywhere for something good. In NYC, it’s not just about location, it’s about quality product. It’s got integrity and no bullshit. And it’s been family run for over 60 years. I love it!
Sugar Mama
Lent is officially over. I’ve always thought of Lent as a great time to look at what I was overindulging in and try to abstain from whatever it was for 40 days. This year once again it was sugar.
I won’t say I was perfect, but for me it wasn’t about total perfection. It was more about looking at what, why, when, and how often I was eating sweet things.
During Lent, there were 3 birthday parties I attended and I’ll admit that I took one bite of each cake. Frankly, only one of the cakes was amazing and worthy of eating a whole slice.
I discovered that nearly all of the fruit juices available here in Puerto Vallarta (even the ones that proclaim “100% nectar”) have sugar added. I found exceptions with Jumex pineapple juice and another type of grape juice. And I happily drank the fresh “water” from a tender young coconut, bought from a nice couple who sell them 3 blocks from my house.
I confirmed what I already knew: when I’m tired and/or hot and/or feeling aggravated, I crave sugar more than ever. I was really dehydrated one day, driving home from substitute teaching. It was unusually hot and humid and I felt like I was going to pass out. And then I remembered I had a can of root beer soda sitting in the fridge (I probably drink one root beer in a whole year) and I broke down and drank it when I got home. Worth ever sip!
It was a hard fight with my boyfriend who’s a food pusher in general, and who consistently tried to tempt me with cookies, cakes, candy, and churros.
Ahh, churros! It turns out they’re the one thing I missed the most. In case you haven’t had the pleasure, they’re little sticks of deep fried dough about the size of a finger, coated in sugar and cinnamon. If you ever liked cinnamon toast as a kid, you’ll love churros. The best churros in Puerto Vallarta that I’ve found so far are made and sold in Old Town on the corner of Calles Aguacate and Cardenas next to the Santa Cruz church. (Hmm, sounds like a good topic for a future blog post!)
I will now allow myself a few indulgences (churros of course, Tres leches cake, a Snicker’s bar, a ginger cookie from the Deli, real maple syrup on my pancakes, oven roasted sweet potato and plantains covered with lechera [sweetened condensed milk] to name a few), but I’m planning to keep my sugar intake way down and think of it as an indulgence and not something I’m looking all the time.
Palm Sunday Puerto Vallarta Style
Palm Sunday (in Spanish El Domingo de Ramos) is celebrated in Mexico, like it is in the US, with the handing out of palm fronds . But what’s really unique is that the evening before, artisans (some who travel from outlying villages or even from other states) camp out in front of the city’s main church (Our Lady of Guadalupe) with a large variety of figures of both Jesus and the Virgin of Guadalupe crafted out of palm fronds, string, glitter and other materials. They continue working late into the night to be ready to sell to the church goers all the next day.
I’m always impressed by the creativity of the items they make and offer for sale. Each year, there are new designs and something interesting. I’ve been collecting this art for several years now and still think it’s the most beautiful and original Mexican artwork available in Puerto Vallarta.


Mexico is a Christian country and this holiday is about Jesus but as usual, it’s really the Virgin who seems to predominate and stand out. Many attribute the adoption of Christianity by the indigenous people to Juan Diego’s sighting of the Virgin of Guadalupe. I think these depictions of the Virgin using these materials really shows the essence of that bridge between the “new” European religion and indigenous culture.










































I’m really in awe of this little creature. He really has a pre-historic look, the way some reptiles do. Or like some creature from a horror movie. But he doesn’t seem to harm the plant (I found him there again a few days later). I just don’t want to find him in my adjoining bedroom!
One of the small touches of beauty at Dream Puerto Vallarta.
As Kerri was getting ready, we heard a knock on the door. There was nobody there but there was a bottle with a message inside. Kerri read the message and got all teary — something sweet from Augie.


The most fantastic color of roses I’ve ever seen.

Part of the choreographed entrance.




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