Home feels good. It’s hot in Seattle, our plants are sad and I’m jet-lagged as hell, but still. Home!
I ate an entire box of macaron cookies from Pierre Hermé on the plane ride back (I mean, what else is a person supposed to do when she’s spent all of her airport time buying chocolate at duty-free instead of a new book to read, and it turns out the plane is an old one and there are NO TVs?!? Pray, tell me), and between that and the endless pounds of jamón I consumed in Spain, I think it’s time for some VEGETABLES up in here.
Or, you know, muffins. Eeeeasing back into it, people.