This blog will be, at times, a glorious paean to food. I can't help it. Where most people think with their stomach when it comes to eating, I think with everything above the neck. My stomach has little to do with my appetite.
I'm sitting at my little corner table in the living room, eating toast and and a fried egg---but it's toast with fresh grated tomato on top, mixed with a little olive oil, a bit of salt and pepper. Since I'm doing breakfast in reverse, as the Spanish do, I made myself a coffee cocktail to go with it, with orange and sugar. It's a warm dusk right now, and I'm wearing my short shorts. I finished my first round of midterms; all I want to do this evening is make merry with my friends and read architecture texts.
I'm sitting at my little corner table in the living room, eating toast and and a fried egg---but it's toast with fresh grated tomato on top, mixed with a little olive oil, a bit of salt and pepper. Since I'm doing breakfast in reverse, as the Spanish do, I made myself a coffee cocktail to go with it, with orange and sugar. It's a warm dusk right now, and I'm wearing my short shorts. I finished my first round of midterms; all I want to do this evening is make merry with my friends and read architecture texts.
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