acle as this blog progresses! But alas, I feel again that my efforts are in vain. I don't know if I'm up with the times. Mais, j'espere pour un autre temps. This blog is going to strictly be about adventures. My life is full of adventures. One could liken me to a gallant explorer of the days of old, finding new continents, sailing the high seas, parleying with natives, reading the planets from my hammock in the trees. Everything is an adventure for me. Eating? Uproarious! Getting dressed? A trip to the Congolese jungle! Washing dishes? Treasure hunting! Driving across town? Steve McQueen.
I'm not really sure how I feel about the whole public sharing of my life. Maybe it's the English in me. We enjoy privacy. Like hedges, and fences, and many layers of clothing.
Presently, yours truly is rather hungry. So I'd like to share with everyone an anecdote about something that happened to me last Sunday, the memory of which is making me very happy at the moment:
Around 5 p.m. Katie and I were hungry and hungover and tired as hell, in need of a little sustinence. So we nabbed some bacon, egg (singular. as your typical malnourished college student, I don't keep a stocked fridge.) Cabot cheddar, and whole wheat English muffins. Splitting one egg between two breakfast sandwiches made more room for extra bacon. It was cured in apple cider, and it was divine. We put it all together and it was a breakfast sadwichgasm. But this alone would not suffice our fiednish, ravenous hunger.
Next was an organic tomato, basil and mozzarella pizza. Cooking in our fabulous ol' oven in about ten minutes, it was a fantastic savory dessert that both of our petite little selves so desired!
The cherry on top of it all was watching The City in my fluffy, haven-like bed. Fabulous. Then I had a snow day, (fricken sweet) allowing me to catch up on all the sleep I managed to avoid over the weekend.
XOXO
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