What about the first time you saw the moon from a different corner of the world, and loved it just a little bit more? Never mind that, let’s get to the food.
(Warning:
- A food/love/food love filled paragraph ahead
- Graphic food porn and gifs)
Because sometimes, to love, is to be. At least when it comes to food and travel.
It is with a large amount of apprehension, that I, pessimist and cynic extraordinaire among all my family and friends, find myself writing an article about my love for something. Usually it’s either hate, or misery, or derision, or awe, or all(which is my favorite).
But something magical happens every once in a while, when instead of facing the world with my God gifted Resting Bitch Face, I face it with a smile. (underlined rhyme, because I’m a poet now, apparently)
Daily Cup of Roses 