On Leap Day, 2012…
Roux watched the birds and squirrels from inside the screen door. We heard the doves: bee DOO, doooo, doooo.
I learned about vocal fry, which I’m fairly certain I’m guilty of.
Justin made my coffee with plenty of sugar and cream, just how I like it.
I stretched, because I’m old and achy. I am 30 days away from my 34th birthday.
I figured out which messenger bag I want, now that I’ll be scooting to our office.
I had a frozen burrito for lunch.
I texted with my friend Rachel, who is currently in Vietnam, and will be home in 11 weeks. I can’t wait.
I decided that since I like tripe, I will probably like lampredotto.
I painted my toenails.
I read a few pages of the latest Frankie Magazine on my iPad.
I solved crossword puzzles.
Bill Cunningham encouraged me to add more color to my wardrobe.
I tried on outfits. My mirror is dusty.
I waited for Justin to pick me up for dinner at Foreign & Domestic. We ate:
sunchoke soup :: lardo with toast, radishes and Nutella :: squid with chorizo and ricotta :: pappardelle with truffle butter, soft egg, and lardo :: roasted acorn squash curry :: lemon cake with caramel ice cream :: chocolate cashew tart with blood orange sorbet :: apple and cherry strudel with ginger ice cream.
It was delicious, as always.
Also of note: Our friend Paul Qui won Top Chef!