We're back from Kauai and I'm up to my ears in new projects. All the work I didn't have in August and September is here. Now.
But I couldn't resist applying for a blogging gig that asked applicants to write one sentence -- about their favorite food. I wrote:
"The aroma of warm olive oil and roasted chickpeas wafted through the air on the tightly packed commuter train, and suddenly I realized that everyone, from sleek businessmen in cashmere overcoats to elderly nonnas bundled in sturdy winter wools, was greedily eyeing the waxed-paper package of farinata I held on my lap."