thursday

Perhaps it's a combination of things, but I've never felt so glad to stroll through the farmers market, humming Donovan, tucking a baguette into my bag, fishing for the perfect tomatoes, and at times catching a drift of sunflowers and basil in the air. Despite my sleepy state (I dread red eye flights), I moseyed over to my friend's apartment where we made bruschetta and white wine soaked broccoli for dinner. I don't think anything makes me happier than cooking and baking with my closest friends (I am now hopelessly devoted to lemon pepper). Drinking mint lemonade on rooftops and singing Woody Guthrie songs together is a pretty close second.

Goodnight world!