I just did the grossest thing I’ve ever done after a return to home - I went out with my friends for all-you-can-eat fish n’chips. Now, I want to die.
I over-ate because I am over-worked and have only four days at home before I take off, but before I land in Nairobi early next week, I have a layover in Montreal Sunday morning. Just about long enough to hit up Lawrence food and see my friends at Myriade. I’m going back to East Africa, and I guess my crush on the region is now official enough to say I am confident that once I get there, I will be excited about it.
Speaking of geographical chemistry - on my way home from Central America, I stopped in California to celebrate a much beloved friend and a wee bit of work-related affairs. It is just that feeling of belonging to California that is so hard to shake - but unfortunately, life is not black and white, not enough for California and me to be together right now. However, I miss every bit of it, and while waiting for a friend at Tartine bakery, I ate all the things I dream about eating when I am far away. Among sugar and wheat and all things delicious, I couldn’t help but order everything I have craved the last eight months. This is what I ate: Morning bun, bread pudding and chocolate croissant. While I know what San Francisco and New York has got is only stuff, and I really don’t want to be so serious about stuff, I can’t help but wonder how my life with will ever be resuscitated?
That being said, I just started a dough for bread, and I’m about to flake on meeting friends in a bar and go grocery shopping instead. Shhhhh…I wish I was better at life, and better at explaining it, but at least I love to bake. Right now I’m so tired and have a few days of a lot of work ahead of me - but being at home will keep me focused, nourished and nice.
