I'm in the not-so-great-but-trying wine store near my house, looking in vain for the $6 Hungarian pinot grigio that seems to have now vanished, and one of the employees is counseling a woman on her wine choice.
Author: zora
News from abroad
I was going to say I've had a lack of recent food adventures because I was thinking of the gross cheese sandwich with that Italian mushroom pesto and a small handful of my roommate's five-cheez Italiano blend dairy product (sorry, Aaron, it wasn't much), but then I also remembered the fabulously heartwarming return-to-NYC fried-chicken feast that Tamara prepared to mark my return from exile in the sun country.
Old news
So it's come to this: Last night I cruised my neighborhood very slowly with my computer on, clicking "Refresh wireless networks" in front of the nicer houses (i.e., _not_ the one gutted in the meth lab fire a couple years ago).
Like an elephant
So here I am back in New Mexico, land of enchantment (state bird: roadrunner; state cookie: biscochito), and I'm sitting in a cafe in Albuquerque using the wireless Internet, and I hear some guys next to me chatting.
More in a sec…
Frantically trying to finish another chunk of Mexico chapters before starting on the _next_ project, about _New_ Mexico--so hold your breath for more exciting tales of zany innkeepers and crotchety museum curators, once I get there on the 20th.
Middle-floor-in-the-skyscraper pick-me-up
Whoo-ee. Just chugged my white-trash frappucino (or ghetto frap, depending
on who you want to denigrate):
Dang, Tang.
Last year when I first went to Mexico, I got a little excited about all the flavors of Tang, and I bought Peter a bag of tamarind-flavor Tang. It's been sitting untouched for a year, but finally got its chance to shine:
Filling in the holes
Peter read the last entry, and was horrified that I could've forgotten a crucial almost-food.
Fronch vs. Fronch
Aaron promises he will write up his recent resto tour of Paris, which also happens to include a seven-bottle-of-wine boozathon with Nicole and a high-livin' Irish couple.
Mmmm, Montreal
Now I'm _really_ back. Echoing my May itinerary, I did a full North American tour in a week, swapping my bag of sweaty tank tops and sandals for leather pants and a wool sweater and heading up north to Montreal.