Anything goes once you’re at the gate in a very “what happens en route to Seattle gets lost or forgotten or dissipates into the atmosphere at 30,000 feet” kind of way.
That’s a traveling law of physics.
Equally as scientifically proven as “an object in motion will stay in motion”.
Einstein for a new age.
When you’re flying to Seattle in 24 hours for the sole purpose of eating for four days straight, do not pass go, do not collect $100 and definitely do not convince yourself that it is a good idea to make anything that even so much as resembles a balsamic caramel brown sugar glaze.
Pinky swear me. Please.
If you like spice so hot it almost becomes addictive, then these West Indian-Style Channa Wraps are definitely for you! Check out the recipe and my post on Marcus Samuelsson’s blog!
Here’s a secret that I thought I would take to my grave.
(you people with your wily ways and big puppy dog eyes really do have a knack for prying these tidbits of personal information from my {future. very, very future.} cold dead hands. really. you’re worse than Mr. Grey with your seductive capabilities.)
(also, parentheses inside of parentheses? totally a doable thing. see above. let’s make it a trend.)
Sundays are meant for classy things.
Classy like…drinking a beer at the rooftop bar of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Pinky up. Obviously.
Classy like…strolling around Central Park with your boyfriend. And by strolling I mean doing everything within your power to restrain yourself from dragging him to the running path, saying “Tag, you’re it!”. And breaking out into a sprint.
Blue sundress, be damned.
(No, but seriously. It’s been almost 14 days and you are dreaming about running. Vividly. You can’t be held responsible for your actions at this point. You’re probably going to challenge your boss to a race around the lab today. If we’re being honest.)
Welcome to Eats Well With Others, where we take a vegetable-and-cupcake laden approach to life (always with a bit of laughter on the side)!
