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.
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)