Without getting too wordy about this, let me just say that it’s been a long week but I’ve had some time to think and keeping silent now seems impossible and irresponsible. I feel disconnected from my country and home at the moment. I worry for myself, my family, my friends, and people across this divided country. I don’t know what the next four years will be like, but I am hopeful. Maybe this is the wakeup call we all needed.
After last night’s election, I’m left speechless.
I wouldn’t babble on about my feelings even if I could, as I’m sure you have your own strong opinions about last night’s events. But what I will do is offer you a cookie. So pull up a chair, grab a fudgy gluten free cookie, and finally take a break from all the election drama with which we’ve been bombarded every day for the last few months. It’s over. It’s cookie time now – for all of us. Continue reading
I am blankly staring at my screen, tired and grumpy. These earlier almost autumn evenings got me feeling lethargic by 9 o’clock. I want my energy back, but I much prefer the cooler temps. Maybe I should just move to Iceland since they have 20 hour days in the summer and the temperature is still right for sweater weather. Yup, I’m moving to Iceland.
Sorry, I got carried away. I miss my vitamin D.
If you do feel like cheering me up, you can pick me up in your car and we can see the beautiful foliage or we can go apple picking after inhaling several cider donuts. I’ll repay you with my lovely company. I’m charming, I swear. Continue reading
It’s Friday! Or rather, Fri-yay! It’s been a long week, guys. I haven’t been getting much sleep this past week. I can blame it on my lifelong preference for nocturnal activities, or I can blame it on Pablo Escobar. Yes, “Narcos” has me stuck in bed, refusing to close my eyes because the chase for the kingpin is too suspenseful to turn away from. I think I’ll be the victim of “Chef’s Table France” next. I definitely have TV show FOMO.
But the weekend is here and I’m ready to get out of bed for good brunch food. Bring me all the eggs, please. Mimosas not optional. Continue reading
I’m calling it – I’ve officially melted into the hot concrete in the hot city streets of Boston. I am frying like an egg and for the first time in my life, I don’t like that egg. Figuratively speaking. I’d be a weird little egg, especially fried.
All yolks aside, this heat wave is not doing me any favors. I can not run in this weather. It’s impossible to breathe and move around in this humidity. And like a true Bostonian, I know I’ll complain about the cold and wish for summer in just a few short months. By the way, I am not sorry for that yolk joke – I’m quite proud of it actually. This heat wave is not taking away my funnies.