I don’t think it’s fair to say that communication on this blog has dribbled off to nonexistent, since, well, it really wasn’t all that existent in the first place.
Lest you think I’ve been goofing off and spending my time on things unrelated to food, I am here to assure you that I most certainly have not, and I have photographic proof of that.
I went to Montreal (this was way back in August, but still relevant) and discovered that the Millenium Falcon was inspired by a hamburger, of all things.
Also there, I discovered my favorite beer, pretty much of all time:
(It’s rye beer brewed with peppercorns — zing!)
I also made tamales and mole to share with one of my classes. Yes, this was homework. Yummy homework.
I discovered that food conferences in Vermont have the best food ever.
I explored Bella Farm in Monkton (again, this was for class)
My friendly neighborhood coffee shop succumbed to fall frenzy.
Mysteriously, my mood took a turn and I became quite hungry for brains:
I’m better now, especially since I’ve gotten all of the zombie makeup off of my face.
I promise, next time I write it will be to actually say something, rather than bombard you with pictures. But the guilt was getting to me, and I figured I had to post something or risk forgetting all about this blog. So there you have it.