Sometimes I like to think of myself as a foodie, even though I don't cook much or eat expensive meals often. It's probably the reading about food and the food industry. I fucking LOVE reading about food.
This morning I made an omelet* with chanterelle mushrooms and shallots (all from the farmer's market), an English muffin with farmer butter and rasberry jam, and Starbucks Via coffee. As I devoured my brunch, I concurrently devoured this article from the New Yorker about the Michelin Guide in New York City. Delicious!
*Don't get your hopes up -- I haven't used the new cast iron skillet yet. But hoo boy will it be good when I do.