Jordan has abandoned us, crossed the Atlantic and ended up in France for the semester. We know not when she will return nor what kind of food shenanigans she will have with out us, but God bless you, Jordache, oh fertile crescent.
I am broke. Not the cute kind of broke where you don't get to go out and eat as much as you like or the kind where maybe you don't go to the farmers market anymore. The kind where you're bank account is in single digits and the wait for your next pay check is terrifying. That kind.
And Vidur and Kari are off in the ether never to be seen or... okay, so I don't see Kari and Vidur as much as I like. Every so often Vidur and I send each other cruel or threatening or creepy text messages and then promise that food adventures will come if we'll only wait. Months ago I promised frozen yogurt -- not shitty fro-yo, mind, but the good kind. the kind that makes you go "oh, that's right. frozen yogurt is food" -- and we still haven't gone. Kari and I watched Dr. Who and made half-hearted schemes a while back.
We are at a terrifying place, friends.
So, I'm going to try to start blogging again -- not that I was ever good about it, anyway, but still.
About cooking, because I'm actually cooking on a regular basis. And about Kevin's mom's cooking, because she's getting pretty damn adventurous for a lady who left cooking to Kevin's dad for so many years.
And probably about the food-crush I've got on my new house-mate's groceries. More about that later.
The point is.. We're working on it. See you soon
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