This post could also be labeled: Left Tilt and Hands. Don't judge me yet! I have yet to figure out how one is supposed to shoot tall objects.
So by pure luck, I was the lucky recipient of several food gifts this month. Yes! Those who know me know I would much rather visit, say, the local farmers market than Bloomingdales.
The chai and hazelnut coffee are from my sister, who just got back from Lyon. The chai is lovely-laced with cinnamon, cardamom, black pepper, ginger, and cloves, it's fragrant and naturally sweet. The olive oil is from my parents and comes from their neck of the woods. I haven't tried it yet but am looking forward to pouring some onto the tiered olive oil dish Mike brought back from Florence.
If you are inwardly rolling your eyes, I will point out that it's an odd coincidence that everyone's travels coincided this year. This will probably be my last Europe reference for quite some time. And with that, it's time to get back to studying. Tonight: Journal potluck. I'm bringing a fingerling potato salad and a Stump Jump 2008 Shiraz that received good reviews. Who knows, we will find out!