I’ve gotten as much pleasure from eating fruit as I usually reserve for chocolate and pastries. I found this wonderful book in London, The Flavor Thesaurus, that recommends different pairings. From it, I made a cantaloupe and grape salad with mint for Erica’s brunch, trumped only by the raspberry and green grape snack salad I mixed all week. Yowzer.
I haven’t been able to get the sound of this adorable girl’s voice out of my head.
I looked up at the sky at the Cinéma en Plein Air and saw pink clouds and twittering stars. Magic.
There’s a pizzeria on the corner near work. When I walk by it during lunch, the smell of the crusts baking in the oven reminds of the pizza smells from growing up in Hartford, CT.
I had that oh-my-god-my-heart-is-going-to-explode! feeling while Velib'ing around the city in the mornings.