We escaped. We escaped to Portland for four days and three nights of gluttony. I knew better than to plan to eat more than twice a day, and I was right. We ate too much, we paused dry January and had a delightful cocktail here, a glass of wine there, we read books, we took naps. It was lovely.
And now it's over. And we were both snapped back into reality, rudely. And to the malaise that seems a bit too prevalent at the end of January. Back into the rain.
 |
| St. Honore |
 |
| Little Bird Bistro |
 |
| Screen Door |
And now it's over. And we were both snapped back into reality, rudely. And to the malaise that seems a bit too prevalent at the end of January. Back into the rain.
But when I dream, I will dream of food.
Comments
Post a Comment