Yup– I totally forgot about blogging yesterday.  I honestly did, and it’s weird because normally blogging is very much at the forefront of my mind (i.e. I’m pretty friggin’ anal about the whole thing).

But yesterday I took a nice shower and I went for a solo walk and I even got a pink mani-pedi that makes me feel very happy and girly.  I worked on one of the goofiest things I’ve ever made –a crocheted bag made out of plastic bags– and I read part one on the Post’s series on what really happened to Chandra Levy (because as sad as the story is, there is nothing quite like reading a good mystery caper).  And to top off the day, we had Five Guys for dinner.

So you could say that I fed myself the sort of spiritual (and highly-caloric, local-favorite) food that makes colds and/or allergies go away.  Or well, at least feel less horrid if I am to be honest.  Today was a mellow day and I expect tomorrow to be a version of that as well, and I am digging that.

So just for the record, this post counts double.

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Oh um, yeah.  Food.

Today we celebrate Bastille Day, also known as the beginning of the French Revolution, which happened back in 1789.  I don’t think I am familiar with French holiday food –for quite obvious reasons, as I am neither French, nor have lived in France– but I do know there are a couple of people who read this who are qualified to reply to this.  What is typical Quatorze Juilliet fare? 

I mean, apart from chiens chauds,  that is? ;o)