Before moving to Iowa two years ago, I couldn’t remember the last time I was on a plane. In that very short time, I’ve done more air travel (and land travel, for that matter) than I have in the last decade combined. It occurred to me when I mentioned to my sister the other day that all I needed to do to get on a plane was move away from home. It seems like the last two summers have been jam packed with travel and it’s usually around July or August. I make my 2ndAnnual Summer Pilgrimage home in about two weeks and I’ve already begun making requests for my mom’s home cooking.
I can’t wait to see this little face:
I just got back from a whirlwind trip to San Francisco for work. I got to spend some time with my amazingly awesome friend Jen (who I haven’t seen in something like 10 years!!) and she gave me a great tour of her city. San Francisco is one of the places that I’ve dreamed of visiting since I started taking this foodie thing seriously. They have it all: breweries, ethnic food, wineries, TARTINE and pretty much everything else a gastronomique could want. I may have made up that word just now.
Here are a few shots from my short (but sweet) trip.
Ohio. I’ll be seeing you soon.