I am an explorer of food. Yesterday, I awoke on a mission. Luckily for both my taste buds and dishware this mission did not involve devising a microwaveable strawberry syrup. Nor did it involve tackling the mound of writing projects that has kidnapped me from the blogosphere as of late. Though, perhaps, it should have. And, perhaps, I should not have just admitted to procrastinating those aforementioned projects when my employers read my blog. Well, no use in crying over spilled milk.

I am an explorer of food. Yesterday, I awoke on a mission. Luckily for both my taste buds and dishware this mission did not involve devising a microwaveable strawberry syrup. Nor did it involve tackling the mound of writing projects that has kidnapped me from the blogosphere as of late. Though, perhaps, it should have. And, perhaps, I should not have just admitted to procrastinating those aforementioned projects when my employers read my blog. Well, no use in crying over spilled milk.

Also, random, but walnuts are gross. Am I the only one? They taste like a mix between chalk and aluminum foil.