Ah, the winds of fate are fickle.
My gentleman caller has been dismissed (for a few reasons; it ended cordially) ergo I find myself lacking the drive to spend superfluous time in the kitchen, once again. Not to mention that the mounting levels of stress (the GC, school, money, moving) has left me with a recurrent sense of nausea.
Though this weekend, when walking home from the library, I stopped in a cute little cheese store somewhere in Midtown East and splurged on some truffle infused cow's milk cheese. I'd been nibbling on it but for last night's pity party I threw a bit on some Schar GF multi-grain bread with tomato for a grilled cheese indulgence. Extra yummy, considering I fried it up in the last of my shmancy evoo. And since the slices are so small I made a second with some generic yet tasty muenster.
As for my bread trial, I'm not super impressed. Very dry and crumbly. Udi still wins my heart.
Food therapy is evidently not what I'm needing right now. And I don't predict that changing anytime in the near future, despite Restaurant Week being next week.
About Me
- elci
- medically-focused, food-obsessed, travel enthusiast, aspiring to find a way to travel forever while giving free medical care to those around the world who need it most but cannot afford it. and having lots of fun, silly adventures along the way.
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