Now I'm _really_ back. Echoing my May itinerary, I did a full North American tour in a week, swapping my bag of sweaty tank tops and sandals for leather pants and a wool sweater and heading up north to Montreal.
Tag: leftovers
Banh Mi, but Don’t Blame Me
Last week, as I was stuffing the world's best snack, the banh mi, the Vietnamese sandwich specifically from the dark little hole under the Manhattan bridge that's open only five hours a day, down my gullet in a frenzied urge to maximize the sweet-hot-crispy-gooey-meaty-veggie taste sensation, I was also contemplating how it is that I'm chronically late.
Kitchen Hex
I feel cursed. I am looking around my apartment for evil-looking amulets. I am examining my recent actions for bad karma generation. But I am stumped as to why my pots are scorching, my cookies are cakey, and my meat sauce is mushy.