After a certain point, everything I write starts to sound the same: we cooked a big meal, it was delicious, and we all love each other soooo much. Well, it's true. But boring.
Tag: victoria
News from abroad
I was going to say I've had a lack of recent food adventures because I was thinking of the gross cheese sandwich with that Italian mushroom pesto and a small handful of my roommate's five-cheez Italiano blend dairy product (sorry, Aaron, it wasn't much), but then I also remembered the fabulously heartwarming return-to-NYC fried-chicken feast that Tamara prepared to mark my return from exile in the sun country.
Mexico, ho!
Part of the reason I'm not writing much as that I'm prepping for another short-notice trip to Mexico. Frantically trying to finish current book so I can get started on another book. Happily, I feel like I'm over the hump in terms of terrible hotels to visit, so maybe this trip will be more leisurely...Didn't I say that last time?
Hot dog! An anthem!
"FUCK!" she squawks. "They took my hot dog!"